Chapter 239 Two lives intertwined and it is difficult to escape (4)

Why did Ye Qingwan also look for the person with the mark on his back?

Could it be that she was the child back then? What he was looking for was her, and what she was looking for was herself.

But it shouldn’t, and it’s impossible.

--That person is a boy!

It was night, and the starless night sky was getting darker and darker. Black clouds were rolling in, and strong winds were passing by. Bursts of dull thunder could be heard faintly from the thick clouds. In an instant, a silver snake-like lightning tore through the dark sky.

, the storm is coming, ferocious and terrifying.

Ye Qingwan, who was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, couldn't fall asleep.

The only thing that lingers in my mind is that man's handsome face.

Another deafening thunder exploded, and torrential rain poured down. The big raindrops hit the tiles, making a constant crisp sound, and the dead branches of the trees also swayed crazily in the cold wind and creaked.

Ye Qingwan opened her eyes resentfully.

The rain came at a really bad time, as if it was deliberately going against her.

This time, Ye Qingwan finally remembered the medicine for insomnia that Jiang Shuo had given him before.

So Ye Qingwan turned over and lay down. Being unable to sleep made her a little irritable. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes anymore. She found the medicine with her bare feet, poured two pills into her mouth, and went back to the bed without drinking any water.

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It has to be said that Jiang Shuo is extremely reliable in some aspects. For example, the effect of this medicine is really good. As soon as Ye Qingwan took it, before even a cup of tea, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't hold them open.

Gradually, the patter of rain in her ears became ethereal. After a while, Ye Qingwan felt that she was no longer lying on a bed, but on a soft and light cloud, with her limbs sore and limp.

, as if all the strength in her body was taken away by this cloud, and she wanted to drown her in it.

What a strange medicine.

Ye Qingwan cursed in her heart.

Suddenly, her chest suddenly sank, leaving Ye Qingwan breathless. She instinctively wanted to struggle to get up, but her limbs seemed to be frozen, and she could not move even if she had the strength.

There was deathly silence all around, and even the faint sound of rain disappeared.

Ye Qingwan's heart thumped, and she secretly cursed "Damn it."

Could it be that he was pulled into some strange dream by his other self?

But she remembered that Jiang Shuo said that the medicine was to cure insomnia and nightmares, so it was impossible to have nightmares again. On the contrary, it should be a sweet dream.

But she had a bad feeling.

Ye Qingwan lay stiffly, like meat on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. She had an uneasy premonition that even if what she saw this time was no longer "Queen Ye", it would definitely be a scene that would frighten her and make her feel physically uncomfortable.

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It won't be a pleasant dream anyway.

Before this nightmare came, Ye Qingwan felt that she was completely numb.

She began to guess out of boredom what kind of bloody scene she would face soon.

Perhaps it was the head of the father who was still staring at death, with wide eyes, rolling down to his feet?

Or maybe it was her two blood-covered children questioning her with tears in their eyes?

If it's even more scary, it's the frustrated and crazy Emperor Zhaowu in her dilapidated and dusty boudoir?

Ye Qingwan seemed to be trying to find the most terrifying dream among the countless nightmares she had had after her rebirth and prepare herself mentally to avoid being tortured to the point of collapse like last time.

The scariest thing she could think of was undoubtedly the dream from last time.

Shen Xun, whose true nature was exposed, used the most vicious method to retaliate against her and her beloved.

Ye Qingwan was sure that there was no dream that made her more frightened than this.

But soon reality dealt her a heavy blow.

First, the restraints that blindfolded her eyes were removed, and Ye Qingwan, who had been paralyzed by herself, opened her eyes with relief.

The scene that came into view instantly made her back stiffen, her brown pupils trembled in her eye sockets, and all the blood in her body seemed to flow backwards.

What you see is a simply furnished bedroom. It is getting late outside. There is only one candle lamp on the neat table. The window sash is ajar. The cool breeze comes in through the gaps and makes the candle flames sway. The bed curtains are light and the surrounding light is dim. It was gloomy, with a faint fragrance floating in the air. There was a small incense burner in the corner, and blue smoke and white mist curled up.

Even though her body was still out of control, Ye Qingwan could not help but tremble, or it could be said that the body in the dream was originally trembling!

She squinted her eyes with difficulty and saw that her arm was raised high, and the wrist was wrapped with a white cloth and tied with a slip knot, connected to the head of the bed, and the same was true for the other arm.

Through the bronze mirror placed not far away, Ye Qingwan saw clearly the situation she was in. Her arms were shackled, her hair was messy, and her clothes were thin. She was sitting on her knees in an extremely indescribable posture. On the couch, there were still red marks on the half-exposed calf.

The fear and horror buried in the deepest part of my heart is being picked bit by bit by an invisible chisel, and is about to break out of its shell.

The closed door was roughly pushed open, Ye Qingwan's heart suddenly trembled, and she closed her eyes in fear.

The person coming was menacing, with a powerful and intimidating aura that was frightening.

The man stood motionless in front of the bed, seemingly admiring the perfect masterpiece made by his hands.

After a while, he came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently touched Ye Qingwan's soft face with one hand and traced her eyebrows. His rough fingertips finally stopped on the pink lips and turned them over and over again.

One hand grasped her voluptuous waist, and his well-jointed fingers slowly untied her belt.

The other party's movements became more and more dangerous and reckless, forcing Ye Qingwan to finally hear herself say: "You and I are not in good health."

She probably wanted to scold the man, but due to some factors, she had to change it to cowardly begging for mercy.

"That's why during the day. Just let me go tonight."

But the gentle words not only failed to win the man's sympathy, but instead made him increase the strength in his hands. His rough and strong palms almost broke Ye Qingwan's waist.

The man sneered in her ear, his voice was low, cold and cold, and he said sarcastically: "If you can withstand the jolts of horses and travel thousands of miles to find him, it doesn't necessarily mean that you are in poor health, right?"

"What are you doing with your eyes closed? You don't want to see Gu so much?" The man's hand on his lips suddenly pinched Ye Qingwan's face, and he suddenly became furious: "Look at Gu!"

The dark eyelashes trembled, and then they opened slightly and opened their wet eyes.

I saw Shen Heng wearing a black dragon robe and a nine-bead crown on his head. His face was as handsome as before but more sinister. His eyes were reddish and violent. His long and narrow eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his deep eyes were full of gloom.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the visually shocking scene in front of him with pleasure - the girl's eyes that became blurred and moist due to the fragrance of love, her clothes half-opened and half-closed, revealing her skin that was like frost and snow, and her head that looked like a red plum. Little traces.

"Tell me honestly."

The voice that was hoarse and blazing with desire fell on her ears, which made Ye Qingwan's scalp numb and her body immediately softened.

"I am thinking of him today."

"Still alone?"
Chapter completed!