The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Yan Qing didn't fall asleep, but Wen Jin fell asleep first.

She turned her head slowly and looked at the man curled up quietly beside the bed. He was probably very tired these two days and was sleeping soundly now.

Yan Qing felt complicated for a while.

This man never felt safe. From the first day she rescued him, he was like a little beast who was worried about gains and losses, always looking for her figure inadvertently.

Yan Qing couldn't sleep at this time, and couldn't help but recall the childhood scene. She always felt that what happened in those years seemed to have not been long. When the scenes appeared in front of her, the pictures were so clear and made people feel... a little nostalgic.

The seeds of doubt in her heart had disappeared unknowingly. Yan Qing laughed at herself a little. She must have owed Wen Jin a lot of debts in her previous life, so she came to pay the debts in this life.

Look at him sleeping peacefully like a newborn baby, how can he be a powerful official?

If Yan Chen knew that this person had gone to great lengths to create the illusion of suppressing the rebellion, but was sleeping so harmlessly in the Temple of the Son of God of Chu, I wonder if he could still sleep?

Yan Qing sighed silently, folded his hands behind his head, and couldn't help but start thinking about how to treat Wen Jin in the future.

There were some vague ideas in his mind, but Yan Qing always felt that it was too mysterious. Could it be that people could be reborn after death? If you hold a grudge, you can start over again?

It was incredible that it happened to herself. If even Wen Jin experienced it again, she would inevitably doubt whether there was a hand in the dark controlling the fate of everyone in the world?

If Wen Jin had no memory of the past, how to explain his constant expression of regret and his recent frequent out-of-control emotions?

Yan Qing turned his head and stared at Wen Jin's face when he was asleep.

Some things are really strange.

This person always seems to have nightmares when he sleeps alone. During the seven years in Suzaku City, there was almost no exception. He often woke up from nightmares in the middle of the night, his face was pale, cold sweats were dripping, and there was panic and anxiety in his eyes.

Yan Qing was also a child at first, and always felt that he was too weak. At first, he could understand nightmares, but when they happened too many times, he became a little impatient, and sometimes even thought he was pretending, so he deliberately found something for him to do.

At night, he learned to make tea, learn to play the piano, or play chess with the chess teacher.

He made blisters on his hands from making tea, and his fingertips were worn out from playing the piano.

She just made harsh demands. It was his business whether he could do it or not. If he couldn't do it, there would be punishment for not doing it.

Although the harsh requirements did cultivate a nobleman who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the difficulty of that level was indeed too difficult.

It was rare that he never said a word and endured it one by one.

It seemed that as long as he was not left alone, he could meet any harsh requirements.

Slowly, he would automatically touch the outside of her bedroom, or lean against the corridor column, or lean against the door, and sometimes stay under the window.

He would stay there for a whole night, without any noise or noise, and quietly.

Yan Qing was still soft-hearted at that time, and couldn't bear to see him like this, so he acquiesced to his approach step by step, and installed a screen in the bedroom to separate the inner and outer rooms, and put a bed in the outer room.

Probably they were young at that time, and didn't have too complicated thoughts. In addition, Yan Qing was exiled since childhood, and didn't even care about the rules of sex. I only know that after living in the same room with her for a year, the nightmare situation has improved a lot.

But there is a bad habit.

He doesn't like to sleep in his own bed, and often touches the edge of her bed unconsciously, and just curls up and sleeps on the edge of the bed all night.

It's okay in spring and summer, but in autumn, I often see his face turned blue when I wake up in the morning. I scolded him, but it didn't matter. He still touched me at night.

Later, Yan Qing once thought that the reason why she always slept lightly was caused by Wen Jin's bad habit.

Seven years is not long, nor short, it almost occupies the entire year.

There are too many things that happened in seven years. Now if I really want to recall them, how can a whole night be enough?

As Yan Qing thought about it, he gradually became sleepy and fell into a light sleep again.

The next day, Wen Jin woke up when the sky outside turned pale.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the empty bed. His thoughts froze for a moment, then his face turned pale, and he suddenly stood up and walked out quickly.

He curled up all night and his body was stiff and sluggish. He couldn't stand such a violent movement. His legs were numb, and before he took a step, his body staggered and fell to the head of the bed in a mess.

Bang!

Wen Jin's head hit the pillar heavily.

Unfortunately, Yan Qing walked in from outside. Seeing this embarrassing and unexpected scene, his expression was subtle for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, "Can hitting your head make you more awake?"

Wen Jin was dizzy for a moment, and when he heard Yan Qing's voice, his heart instantly settled down.

Holding the bedpost and standing up with difficulty, Wen Jin said in a low voice: "Your Highness."

The numbness in his legs had not yet passed, and Wen Jin tried to rub it, waiting for the numbness to pass.

"You really impressed me." Yan Qing walked into the inner hall, eyebrows raised slightly, "In just a few days, the temperament and cultivation cultivated for seven years were completely destroyed."

Wen Jin pursed his lips, unable to defend himself.

"I remember that you have corrected your habit of sleeping on the edge of the bed. When did it come back to life?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes, like a child who made a mistake: "I know I am wrong."

"Admit your mistakes, and then continue to make them." Yan Qing raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "I really should teach you a lesson."

When Wen Jin heard this, a miraculous warmth flashed through his heart. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the face he had been thinking about day and night. His tone was particularly gentle: "The atmosphere in the imperial city is not good. I have many bad habits that I shouldn't have. I hope Your Highness will take the trouble to correct them."

The way he looked forward to her correcting him made Yan Qing wonder how to react for a while.

He had never seen anyone who wanted to be corrected so much.

He knew that she was as hard-hearted as iron, but he was really not afraid of death.

"Okay." She nodded, with a somewhat cold and ruthless expression, "When we return to Suzaku City, I will take good care of your bad habits."

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