Who would raise a villain as a wife?

Although the figure was blurry, He Yunjing could distinguish it clearly. He seemed to have turned into Si Jing. Every time he turned around, he could see that familiar figure, like a clinging little tail. There was always a smile on his face, and his bright eyes were full of love that could not be hidden.

But he couldn't control Si Jing's body and could only watch from the sidelines.

Looking at Ahri's smiling eyes and her lips opening and closing as she said something, he was very happy.

She would also reach out to grab Si Jing's sleeve and shake it like a spoiled child. She would not be discouraged when Si Jing pulled her hand back, but would just puff up her cheeks unhappily, as if she was accusing him.

The scenes kept changing, and he saw Ahri's crying eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. She retreated step by step in despair, and her body shattered and dissipated in an instant, turning into specks of dust.

A huge pain came over him, and He Yunjing tried desperately to hold on, but his body could not move. Only the pain in his heart was so clear that it seemed like it was about to explode.

"Ali!"

A heart-wrenching cry spread, and He Yunjing suddenly opened his eyes, woke up suddenly and sat up in a sweat, and stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the hand close to him.

Cen Li was startled. He wanted to check on He Yunjing because he heard his rapid breathing. He found that He Yunjing was sweating profusely. He thought He Yunjing was sick and wanted to take his temperature. However, he was caught as soon as he stretched out his hand. He Yunjing shouted "A Li" and sat up, almost touching his head.

He Yunjing also saw the person in front of him after he sat up. His eyes changed and he subconsciously dragged the person over and hugged him tightly.

It was the fear after losing. He Yunjing knew in his heart that the person in front of him was Cen Li, but he just couldn't control himself. He hugged Cen Li so tightly that his hands were shaking with fear.

He Yunjing buried his head in Cen Li's shoulder, hot and wet tears falling, the pain in his heart spreading from his dream to reality. He breathed deeply, tightened his arms, and choked with sobs in his throat, "Don't die, A Li, don't leave me."

A trembling body, a choking and pleading voice, even without looking into He Yunjing's eyes Cen Li could feel the fear.

Cen Li silently withdrew his hand that was about to be pushed away, and was helplessly held by He Yunjing. The thin cloth on his shoulders was soon wet, and it was unclear whether it was He Yunjing's sweat or tears.

Cen Li lowered his eyes, raised his hand and placed it on He Yunjing's back as he watched He Yunjing feel uneasy, and patted him twice uncomfortably, as a way of comforting him.

He Yunjing also gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes and wanted to shake off the dream, but all he saw was A'li's desperate look.

The heartache that had subsided spread again. He Yunjing raised his head, held the back of Cen Li's head, and kissed him eagerly.

He wanted to feel Cen Li's warmth, to make sure that his A'li was still there, had not disappeared, and would definitely come back.

He Yunjing kissed her eagerly and domineeringly, completely ignoring Cen Li's struggle, and turned over and pressed her down on the bed.

Such an action immediately made Cen Li's alarm bells ring. He thought of the absurdity of that night not long ago. He reached out to push the person away, but his wrist was grabbed.

He Yunjing put his lips next to Cen Li's ear, pleading, "Don't reject me, A Li, I didn't admit my mistake, I know it's you, A Li, don't reject me, okay? I'll just hug you, I won't do anything else."

Cen Li frowned and felt speechless. He just hugged her and did nothing, so who was the one who was anxious to untie his belt now?

Cen Li bit his lip, using the pain to stimulate his rationality, and grabbed He Yunjing's hand that continued to make trouble, "He Yunjing! Look carefully at who I am!"

How could He Yunjing not know? He opened his mouth and sucked Cen Li's earlobe to add fuel to the fire. Feeling the trembling of the body under him, he whispered, "You are Cen Li, the Nine Thousand Years Old, Lord Cen, and also my Ah Li."

The voice was full of lust and tenderness, and there was a sense of possession in it. Cen Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he endured the discomfort and said, "I am not!"

He Yunjing didn't dwell on this. He just longed for intimacy with Cen Li and wanted to soothe his anxiety in this way.

The movements of his hands continued, He Yunjing skillfully aroused Cen Li's sexual desire and touched her all over.

Cen Li soon lost the mood to argue with He Yunjing. He just hated this body for not being able to control himself under He Yunjing's teasing.

Cen Li was in a state of confusion. He finally managed to get through it. He thought it would end like last time, but after he calmed down briefly, he felt his hand being pulled and covered. He also heard He Yunjing's low, bewitching voice in his ears.

"Ali, help me too."

Help me!

Cen Li thought so in his mind, but his hands didn't obey him. He wanted to slap himself twice. Why did he listen to He Yunjing's nonsense?

Finally, this absurdity ended in Cen Li's complicated mood. Cen Li pursed his lips and didn't want to speak. He let He Yunjing press on him, and his hot breath sprayed on his neck again and again.

After a moment of silence, He Yunjing completely calmed down his guilty conscience. He turned over and hugged Cen Li, who was trying to escape. He rested his forehead against the back of Cen Li's head and began to talk tiredly.

"I dreamed of Ah Li. He was like a little tail always following Si Jing, with love in his eyes." He Yunjing murmured, with a bitter smile on his face, "But I'm not Si Jing. I can't respond to him. I can only watch him retreat step by step, crying in despair and turning into dust."

Cen Li was not unfamiliar with such scenes, because he had also dreamed of them, but he was watching them from the perspective of a bystander.

The dream that He Yunjing told also confirmed his previous guess that He Yunjing was a trace of love, deeply in love with the god who had lost his soul.

It should be the A'li that He Yunjing called. Although his name also has the character "Li", Cen Li didn't think it could be himself.

Even if he really was, even if He Yunjing really came for him, he was not that A'li, he was just him, nothing more.

He Yunjing's throat rolled and he spoke in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched you at this time, using that method to prove that you are him, to prove that you are by my side, and you haven't disappeared, and you won't disappear."

He Yunjing's voice was low, obviously because the dream disturbed his mind.

Cen Li could understand, but he did not accept it. He said coldly, "I am not him, and I don't want to be him."

"I know you are my Ah Li and Cen Li. You have your own life. I will not interfere with you, nor will I force you to do anything." He Yunjing twisted Cen Li's body so that they were facing each other. He Yunjing looked serious, and his fingers gently stroked Cen Li's cheek. "I just want to fall in love with you, and I also want you to love me."

Cen Li felt that He Yunjing was being unreasonable. He pushed He Yunjing's hand away and said coldly, "Even if I really am him, do you think I will fall in love with you?"

"I don't know, and I won't force it. I just want to spend the rest of my life here with you." He Yunjing felt that this time was very bad. Perhaps because he suddenly knew the truth and felt a little uneasy, he told Cen Li in a daze.

With such a precedent, it is indeed difficult for Cen Li to be moved, but He Yunjing is unwilling to give up. Besides, Qian Yu said that as long as the soul fragments can be kept from dissipating, it is not so important whether Cen Li can fall in love with him.