After the rebirth, she became a national male god

Chapter 45
And can such a person vent their anger on her after her death?
Is it because he has too little understanding of Qingyan, or is someone manipulating everything behind the scenes?
But what is the reason?

Moreover, if he didn't feel wrong, this blue pupil had been to Su Qingyan's room when he was in Bali.

In other words, did Lan Tong actually know Su Qingyan?

This Su Qingyan has acted suspiciously like a different person since he drugged him, with clear eyes and unclear purpose, and... deeply aroused his interest.

After a long time, Yan Jue waved the man in black back.

He got up and walked into a cubicle.

The sound of water sounded.

When he came out again, he had already taken a shower, changed into clean clothes, and sprayed on a perfume he had never worn before, as if he was about to go on an important date.

He turned the candlestick on the table.

In the quiet space, there was the sound of toothache sizzling, and the dragon chair was moved aside to reveal a dimly lit passage.

Bursts of chill gushed out, making the room temperature suddenly frigid.

Going down, there is a winding staircase. Under the dim light, you can't see what's inside, and it looks extremely eerie.

Yan Jue clenched his fists nervously, gritted his teeth and stepped into the passage.

The chair automatically moved back to its original position, closing the passage entrance.

This is an ice room.

It is more than 20 square meters, and it is sealed by layers of cold ice, with only one vent for ventilation.

In the center of the ice room is a bed of ice with a black body bag on it.

Yan Jue stood coldly in front of the ice bed, looking down at the body bag, his body trembling because of the cold or fear.

After a long time, he unzipped the body bag as if mustering up the courage.

His fingers were beautiful, well-articulated hands that looked like they were designed for playing the piano.

At this moment, the hands trembled violently, and it took a few times to forcefully unzip the body bag, revealing a pale face.

This face is born beautiful.

Even if she is dead, she can still see that her smile must be as hot and brilliant as the scorching sun.

Because she had been dead for a while, her already fair skin was even paler. It was the kind of whiteness that would scare you so much that you couldn't sleep for days at a glance.

A few bruised and purple corpse spots crawled on the skin in a patchwork pattern, like deliberate makeup.

Her eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost due to being frozen for a long time, like the legendary ice fairy sleeping peacefully.

The moment the body bag was pulled open, the sadness in Yan Jue's eyes could no longer be suppressed.

A crystal tear slipped from the eyes and dripped on the fairy's face.

Yan Jue was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered down and kissed away the tear.

Nostalgic, lingering, unwilling to leave.

"Speak softly~"

Yan Jue whispered, as if telling the fairy about his thoughts.

This gentle call was mixed with too many emotions.

Love, reluctance, guilt, regret...

This is Yan Jue's feelings for Qingyan.

He got up, carefully took Qingyan out of the body bag, and laid it flat on the ice bed.

Because of her long-death relationship, her body has become stiff.

Yan Jue brought a long white dress from a corner that he had prepared a long time ago.

This skirt was specially ordered by him, and it can be worn without bending the joints.

He smoothed her messy long hair longingly, making her look as peaceful as if she was asleep.

"Qingyan, do you remember this dress? It was what you wore when we first met."

Yan Jue seemed to recall some good memories, his cold eyes shone with tenderness.

"At that time, you broke the skirt to save me. I said to leave a contact information, and I will pay you a skirt."

"You waved your hand freely and said: No, it's just a skirt, it doesn't matter."

Having said that, Yan Jue sneered, and looked at Qingyan on the ice bed infatuatedly.

"You little fool, can't you tell that I want to get close to you on the grounds of losing my clothes?"

As he spoke, Yan Jue's tears came down again.

It is said that men do not cry easily, but they have not reached the sad part.

How much Yan Jue longed for Qingyan to wake up now, even if it cost his life.

……

"Boom-"

Su Qingyan woke up from sleep, opened a pair of cold eyes, and then rolled them helplessly.

Could it be that Yan Jue had another stomachache and fell down in the living room?

She glanced at her phone, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Yan Jue has been very busy recently, always leaving early and returning late.

She hasn't seen Yan Jue for three days.

When Su Qingyan came to the living room, he saw the unconscious Yan Jue behind the sofa.

He curled up on the ground in pain, his whole body hugged into a ball, like a wounded little animal, completely without his usual majesty.

As soon as Su Qingyan approached, he felt a biting coldness and couldn't help shivering.

"Oh my god! My lord, have you just returned from the North Pole? Why are you covered in ice?"

As soon as Su Qingyan met Yan Jue, he was frightened by his coldness.

Yan Jue had been frozen in the freezer for a long time, his clothes were frozen and felt hard and cold to the touch.

"Please help me back to my room."

Yan Jue squinted his eyes weakly and looked up at Su Qingyan, all the words he said were spewed out with a burst of cold air, which made the surrounding air colder by a few degrees.

His face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and his wheat-colored skin was stained with a layer of bloodless cold white due to the freezing. His sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and his weak eyes added a bit of power. .

Inexplicably a little manly!
Su Qingyan smiled charmingly, and looked at Yan Jue with eyes full of admiration.

Yan Jue really deserved to be a man who made her feel threatened. Even if he was frozen, he still gave people a sense of fatal danger, as if anyone who dared to have evil thoughts towards him would definitely be mercilessly strangled by him.

To change to the last life, let alone helping Yan Jue back to the room, even if it is to let her princess carry Yan Jue back to the room.

But her body in this life was too weak, and she was two heads shorter than Yan Jue, which forced her to use all her strength to support half of Yan Jue's body.

Yan Jue's clothes were covered in crushed ice, his body was so stiff that he couldn't bend his joints, and he had a sudden stomach problem, so painful that he couldn't exert any strength at all, so he could only put his whole body weight on Su Qingyan.

"Feel sorry."

"My lord, if you really feel sorry, you'd better not talk. Do you know that the breath of your words sprayed on my neck, and it almost froze me?"

Although Su Qingyan was complaining, she still gritted her teeth and dragged Yan Jue forward.

The corners of Yan Jue's mouth raised unconsciously, and the tip of his nose smelled the faint scent of shower gel from Su Qingyan's body. He turned his eyes to look at her plump cheeks, and suddenly felt an urge to take a bite.

take a bite?

　Ps: Do you like such a perverted and paranoid Sir?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)