A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Actually, all the grievances and grievances over the past three thousand years should have been settled long ago."
"With the blood curse lifted, you can live the life you want."
She tried hard not to cry, but after speaking, her voice became lower and lower.
He curled his lips playfully, moved closer to her, buried his nose in her wet hair, and took a deep breath: "Yanran, don't you want me to leave?"
"No!" There was a thick nasal sound in her voice, but her tone was very indifferent.
He walked up to her with a smile.
She quickly covered her eyes with her hands.
He pulled the hand that covered her eyes away.
"It's not that you can't bear to leave me, why are you crying?" He had an evil smile on his face that was so infuriating that it wouldn't cost him his life.
He noticed his red eyelids and listened to the ridicule in his tone.
She frowned, then stepped hard on his instep.
"Xijian Liying, you bastard, just leave if you want! Why are you talking so much nonsense!"
After saying that, he pushed him hard again.
Gritting her teeth, she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Looking at her expression, his eyes became deeper.
He grabbed her two tender little hands with both hands, hugged her into his arms, and scraped her cute nose with his hands.
"You duplicitous fellow, why haven't you changed your temper over the years?" He sighed helplessly.
"You obviously don't want me to leave, why don't you admit it?"
Yanran raised her head and looked at him with a look of success.
Suddenly he realized in hindsight: "You lied to me when you said you were going to be reincarnated?"
"I'm not lying to you," he said honestly, "It's just that I don't have to reincarnate."
"Because my body is not broken!"
"Son of a bitch!" She couldn't help but gnashed her teeth and cursed, her small nose turned red.