The world's most sassy sweet wife

He Xuanchen took her hand off and said softly, "I can't see enough."

Yu Ziqing wanted to withdraw her hand, but was held tightly.

He Xuanchen said in a low voice: "Do you know?"

Yu Ziqing frowned and asked, "What?"

He Xuanchen gently kissed her palm: "I regret one thing in particular."

Yu Ziqing was itchy from being kissed, and just about to lift her foot to kick him away, the man suddenly stuck up.

She growled, "I warned you!"

He Xuanchen hugged her in his arms regardless, and said:

"What I regret most is that I shouldn't have treated you like that back then, and shouldn't have planted a thorn in your heart."

And this thorn was planted by him himself.

If he could get to know her earlier and wake up earlier, he would cherish her and take good care of her.

Yu Ziqing stopped struggling, and all the resistance in her body was dissolved by these words.

He Xuanchen apologized more than once, and expressed guilt for what happened back then.

But for some reason, the words just now seemed to have some kind of magical power, dispelling the ice that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time.

She thought that her silence would make the man gain an inch, but found that he didn't do that.

He Xuanchen hugged her and began to talk about his experience: "I was thrown abroad by my grandfather when I was seven..."

Yu Ziqing said dissatisfiedly, "Should we start with you being a tadpole?"

She wanted to ask about Lu Yuying, but she didn't want to ask him.

He Xuanchen chuckled, and held her tightly in his arms.

"Just listen to bedtime stories, okay?"

Yu Ziqing pushed him: "I want to listen to the key points!"

How could He Xuanchen be willing to separate from her so easily, he hugged her and said, "I'll try to keep the story short, okay?"

Even if she didn't want to know, even if she didn't believe it, he was willing to tell her all about himself.

Yu Ziqing gave up struggling again and listened to him calmly recounting the past.

Those life and death fights, inhumane survival games, those bloody years of darkness.

No human rights, no laws.

The paradise of the superior is the purgatory of the inferior.

It seemed to be forgotten by the world and abandoned by God.

In fact, there are indeed many people who don't know it exists.

Outside the domain is very big, in addition to these, there is a more mysterious place.

extraterritorial war zone.

Many powerful countries will secretly form their own mysterious organizations and carry out various secret plans there.

What they guard is not a certain person, not a certain group, but their own country.

Yu Ziqing listened silently, from when He Xuanchen was brought into the dark organization at the age of seven, escaped there with Qiao Beiran three years later, was rescued by the mysterious grandfather, and then joined the Qilin Guardian Team.

At the age of 16, he returned to the public eye as He Xuanchen.

In the nine years since he disappeared, he has been fighting against fate and fighting against the enemy every day.

He is the mysterious NO.0, a legend that the enemy will be frightened when they hear the code name.

This incident sounded unbelievable, and he said it lightly, without deliberately describing too many details.

But Yu Ziqing still felt the blood, cruelty and terror of that place.

she believes.

That place must exist.

There is still a system bound in her mind, and few people believe this matter.

These experiences made He Xuanchen calm and rational in the face of life and death, and he can keenly capture the darkness of people's hearts.

He takes fame and fortune lightly, because he has seen too many deaths.

Yu Ziqing sighed softly, feeling very complicated.

In fact, she had already guessed something before, but she just didn't want to hear it.

She was worried that she would soften her heart to this man.

Now, her fears have come true.

He Xuanchen put his arms around her and said, "Did it scare you?"

He has never told anyone about these things. He has kept them in his heart for so many years, and it feels a lot easier to say them.

He just didn't know what the woman in his arms would think of him in the future.

Yu Ziqing was not afraid, but felt a little heavy.

He Xuanchen said, "Let me tell you about Lu Yuying."

Yu Ziqing knew that he was in a bad mood, so he probably hadn't gotten out of his mind yet.

"Let's talk when you have time," she interrupted.

He Xuanchen understood what she meant, and said softly, "I'm fine."

Yu Ziqing didn't think so, his hands were getting colder and colder, and his body was tense, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

If he was allowed to sleep by himself, he would probably have another nightmare.

"Go to sleep." Yu Ziqing lay down and closed her eyes.

He Xuanchen looked at her face, from his angle he could only see the profile.

The long eyelashes are like a small brush, which makes people want to reach out and touch them.

"How much do you believe what I say?" he asked.

Even if he believed a little bit, he was content.

Yu Ziqing's voice was cold: "I believe you all."

A look of surprise flashed across He Xuanchen's eyes, and he asked uncertainly, "Really?"

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and glared at him angrily: "It's fake."

The smile evoked by He Xuanchen receded: "I knew it."

He knew that no matter what he said, the woman would deny it.

All along, she denied him the whole person.

Yu Ziqing smiled: "Stop talking, I'm going to sleep."

He Xuanchen was depressed and silent.

Even with this mental preparation, Yu Ziqing really didn't believe it, and he became very disappointed again.

"Yu Ziqing."

"Ok?"

"It's been a long time since we..."

Yu Ziqing stared at him with wide eyes, and quickly hid beside the bed.

"Can't!"

He Xuanchen came close and said, "I think..."

Yu Ziqing supported his chest with both hands: "Don't think about it! Impossible!"

He Xuanchen grabbed her two little hands with one hand: "We haven't been back to the old house for a long time, do you want to go and have a look?"

Yu Ziqing was stunned suddenly: "Go back to the old house?"

It turned out to be this...

He Xuanchen said: "Lu Guangshen is very ambitious, and he has a plan that involves a lot. He is the leader of the alliance, but there are people behind him. I want to uproot him and never touch him. He has always wanted to drag my grandpa into the water, so I think occasionally Go back once and remind my grandpa personally."

Yu Ziqing's tense mood gradually relaxed, and she covered up her panic with a cold tone:
"You can go back if you want, who stopped you?"

Strange, she felt a little lost in her heart.

He Xuanchen sighed, "I'm not used to it alone."

Yu Ziqing couldn't understand: "What do you mean you're not used to being alone? That's not my house, or someone else's house, it's yours."

After she finished speaking, she remembered that He Xuanchen lived in the He family's old house before the age of seven, and experienced his grandfather's devil training.

"You are probably the richest but worst president in history."

This man never had a good day.

Taking advantage of her not paying attention, He Xuanchen sneaked a kiss on her cheek, and whispered in his ear:

"With you here, I won't be miserable."

Yu Ziqing wiped the place where he had kissed her: "Stop being glib with me."

He Xuanchen said in a low voice: "For the sake of being so pitiful, can you treat me better?"