Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 639: Qingqing, don’t pester me

The wind outside the window was very strong, and as the branches of wild roses growing wildly on the wall spread, the flowers and leaves kept colliding, and they were scattered on the windowsill and on the ground.

Breathing in the sweet smell, the haze in the chest seemed to disappear.

Lie Jiuqing's mind became clear, and the violent emotions just now disappeared. The impact of the heart-losing Gu on her was obvious.

She leaned on the window sill, rubbing the ink bracelet with her fingertips as usual, and said with a wry smile: "It would be nice if I didn't rely on you so much..."

The sense of unreality that her rebirth brought to her had long since faded, but the pain and helplessness left to her in her previous life still remained deep in her heart.

She is resistant and defensive against everything, only Wen Rong can make her feel at ease and make her truly alive.

The ink bracelet was slightly hot, so hot that she subconsciously bit the corners of her lips.

Ever since she discovered the magic of the ink bracelet, she has been very scared. She suspected that it brought her back to life, and that it might also make everything disappear. This kind of fear and uneasiness followed her like a shadow. She deliberately ignored it, and it would still appear when she was mentally fragile. popping up, reminding her every time that everything would disappear again.

The ink bracelet became even hotter, as if blaming her suspicion and distrust, it became hotter and hotter, until she moaned softly and wanted to take it off.

"Pu Leng", a homing pigeon flew over, hovered above her for a while, and landed on the window sill.

Lie Jiuqing saw a mailbox on its leg. She endured the discomfort caused by the ink bracelet and took out a small letter from it.

Before opening it, Lie Jiuqing smelled the heavy fragrance of Zen above. Her pupils moved slightly as she thought of someone.

Sure enough, it was Xuanzhen.

There are only two words on it.

Ask your heart.

Lie Jiuqing read it twice, "I've already written it. Can I be tired if I write a few more words?"

As a layperson, shouldn't she be more plain and direct?
Lie Jiuqing rubbed these two words with his thumb, his eyes gradually looked further away, "Ask your heart..."

Since she woke up, she has been repeatedly introspecting, pondering, and admonishing. She has carefully planned every step of the way. Everything she wants will be in her hands.She knows better than anyone else what she wants to do, how she wants to achieve her goal, and how she wants to know her heart?
"hiss……"

As if the ink bracelet was suddenly on fire, Lie Jiuqing gasped and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

It took a while for the pain to fade away, but Lie Jiuqing was already covered in cold sweat.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, "Why, do you think I'm wrong?"

Mo Zhuo didn't respond, and Lie Jiuqing pulled his lips, "I'm already a dead person. If I'm not selfish, will I still regret it for the rest of my life?"

She has never denied her bad roots, "I am not a saint. In this life, I just want to live for Wen Rong. What he wants is what I want. Even if he doesn't want me, he will destroy the world... uh..."

The ink bracelet began to heat up like crazy. The veins on her right hand that was holding her wrist were so painful that the veins bulged and the joints turned white. She arched her back in pain and she couldn't even cry out in pain.

Painful, Lie Jiuqing pulled his lips and laughed, "I'm not wrong."

It hurt, heartbreaking pain, a burning sensation that could penetrate from the flesh to the blood and bones. She fell to the ground holding her wrists, curling up.

Time and time again, she was paranoid about confirming something, regardless of the pain, she said sonorously over and over again, "I'm right, that's right."

The clouds were rolling in the sky, and a figure came in from the window, bent over and picked up the unconscious little girl.

He wiped the cold sweat from her face, and rubbed the corner of her bitten lip with his fingertips, again and again.

He half-knelt by the bed to look at her, lowered his head and kissed her fingertips.

Perhaps this touch and taste were not enough, he came closer, held her face, his fingertips got into her hair, and his thin lips fell red.

He lingered and said in a thick voice, "Qingqing, if you keep pestering me like this, I will never let you go..."

(End of this chapter)