After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

Yan Qing is dead.

But the soul did not dissipate.

Looking at herself who seemed to be sleeping on the hospital bed, she realized belatedly -

[Author: The princesses are here, move your hands to make money and give a good review before leaving ~ QAQ]

It turned out that what had just happened was not a nightmare.

She really... is just a remnant of soul left.

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When Yan Qing woke up from his coma with difficulty, he heard a "click" sound, followed by a dazzling white light.

"Oh, you finally woke up, little beauty."

A strange and frivolous male voice sounded beside me.

He sent the photos he took, put away his phone, and took out something else from his pocket.

"That guy Fu Wangjin... is really a lunatic. In order to find you, he dared to bloodbath half of the imperial capital—"

Fu Wangjin?

Yan Qing's consciousness was still a little fuzzy, but when he heard the name, his heart couldn't help but tighten.

"But soon he will be able to meet you again in the afterlife."

Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes wide.

She was horrified to find that she was in a small wooden house, and her hands and feet seemed to be fixed to the bed... She had no strength in her body, and couldn't even make a sound.

"Stop struggling, it's useless."

The man beside him was dressed in black, wearing a black baseball cap and a black mask, which almost completely covered his facial features, leaving only a pair of dark eyes exposed.

In his hand, a syringe was flashing a cold metallic light.

Watching the liquid dripping out from the needle bit by bit, Yan Qing's breathing stopped suddenly, and his heart tightened in an instant -

"Goodbye, beautiful lady."

The sharp needle pierced into Yan Qing's neck.

Pain, severe pain.

Intense pain flowed through her blood throughout her body. She couldn't breathe, and her brain was gradually paralyzed by the toxin.

The scene in front of my eyes became increasingly blurry, but my body slowly lost consciousness.

A tear fell gently, and a soul left the body.

"Fu Wangjin, you have come to this day..."

The man in black laughed softly and splashed the unknown liquid in his hand around the wooden house.

Before leaving, he took out an exquisitely made kerosene lighter, plucked out the flame, and threw it into the corner.

The flames rose up instantly, leaping up the wooden walls and windows. Although the wooden house had taken fire prevention measures, it still could not withstand the fire and soon thick smoke rose.

"This day next year will be the anniversary of your death."

The man covered his mouth and nose and rushed out of the door.

And Yan Qing, or rather, Yan Qing's soul, was still standing there stupidly.

She wanted to go back to that body and tried again and again, but always in vain.

"So... I'm really dead."

Yan Qing smiled with tears in her eyes, looking at her sleeping face.

The structure of the wooden house was gradually engulfed by flames, and the smoke became heavier and heavier...

It seems that I will be burned to ashes by this fire.

That person was really strange. Why did he feel that Fu Wangjin would do anything to save her?

After all, the fire has burned like this...

Even if Yan Qing was inside, she would have been suffocated to death by the thick smoke;

If someone outside rushes in, he will probably die.

Although Fu Wangjin is indeed a madman, his brain is not broken...

"Fu Wangjin, you owe me this time. We are...even now."

Yan Qing sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and waited quietly to be engulfed by the flames.

"Qingqing!"

With a loud bang, the burning wooden door was slammed open, and a heroic figure rushed in!

"Where are you?!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes.

This lunatic! He is really out of his mind!

"Fu Wangjin!"

She ignored the burning pain and rushed to the man, waving her arms to stop him.

"Go quickly! The fire is too big, this place is going to collapse!"

"Don't be stupid, this is a trap, you will die!"

"Go back quickly and don't go any further!"

Yan Qing tried desperately to stop the man's actions, but she was just a soul now, how could she hold him back?

As long as he can get his beloved back, he will have no regrets even if he has to pay anything!

"Fu Wangjin, I'm already dead! Did you hear me? I'm already dead! Turn back quickly!"

Yan Qing's heart sank little by little, and he fell into despair little by little.

It was clearly a soul, but I had the illusion of a heart-wrenching pain.

"Fu Wangjin, I... am really... dead."

The man quickly saw the person on the hospital bed. His scarlet eyes, which were originally full of fierceness, were washed away by clear tenderness, which washed away the heart-pounding hostility.

"Qingqing!"

He rushed over in surprise, took off his coat and wrapped the girl up.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home now—"

Just as he was about to pick her up horizontally, the man found that the petite body in his arms had become stiff and no longer had the warmth and tenderness of a living person.

"My dear...?"

His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was trembling.

Realizing that Yan Qing was dead, his body trembled and he could hardly stand.

But he still held the body and refused to let go.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't protect you well... Qingqing..."

Blood and tears slid down from the man's eyes, and he cried hoarsely like a child who had made a mistake.

"My dear... My dear... please don't go..."

"Don't leave me alone..."

Yan Qing looked at him blankly.

In the past, Fu Wangjin always looked paranoid, cold-blooded, gloomy and violent, and she almost never dared to approach him.

But now he... seems to be breaking.

"Fu...Fu Wangjin, leave now,"

Yan Qing came in front of him, his tone almost pleading.

"This place is going to collapse, I...I don't want you to die, please--"

"Qingqing."

He seemed to have really heard something, and there seemed to be some hope in his eyes.

Yan Qing thought a miracle had happened, and waved her hands in front of him:

"Go! Otherwise you will die! Leave me alone, I'm already dead!"

But the hope in his eyes only appeared for a moment, and then turned into dead ash.

"Qingqing, you must be very scared alone..."

"In the end... I'm not with you either."

"But, from now on, I will never leave you again..."

The man hugged her tightly, his dark eyes were deep, and his thin lips lightly pecked the cold forehead and lips of the girl in his arms.

It was as if there was no dangerous fire around, but rather an everlasting tenderness.

"My dear, don't be afraid. I am here to sacrifice myself for you."

He whispered in her ear, his gentle tone seemed to be saying some touching love words.

"Fu Wangjin! Are you crazy? I'm already dead, what's the point of doing this! Wake up!"

Yan Qing felt that either he was crazy or he was crazy.

She frantically shook the man's shoulders with her invisible arms, trying to drag him out of the fire.

"Fu Wangjin! Go away, go away quickly!"

"If you dare to die here, I will never look down on you again!"

"Yes! Even as a ghost I would look down on you!"

The fire had already climbed up to the beams of the wooden house and was about to collapse.

"no no--"

Yan Qing wailed in despair.

"Fu Wangjin, you big idiot! Why did you come here to die! Why don't you run away——"

Fu Wangjin held her body tightly in his arms, not moving.

"boom!"

The wooden house finally collapsed and turned into a burning ruin.

"Fu Wangjin..."

Yan Qing's remaining soul was dissipating bit by bit.

"If there is an afterlife..."