Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

Nodding, biting her lower lip, she looked at him for a moment.

He was almost fooled by his understatement, the Xiao Jingliu he knew was so powerful, thoughtful and ruthless, most people couldn't touch him at all.

If it wasn't Xiao Xun who killed him that time, who would it be?

"I don't know." Xiao Jingliu shrugged, "I died in an accidental assassination. I don't know where the bullet came from, let alone the opponent's appearance. After I die, I open my eyes and go back to the past."

Han Qiubai did not expect this kind of answer: "Can't you guess who it is?"

"How do you guess? Sitting in my seat, there are not one or two people who want my old life, anyone is possible. There are too many, I can't guess."

The more relaxed he said, the more Han Qiubai didn't believe it.

"If you could be assassinated so easily, you wouldn't have sat in the seat of power in the Xiao family for so many years."

"I love to hear that. You know me so well."

"The people who know you best are your enemies, and I am your biggest enemy, thank you."

"Oh, my pleasure."

Han Qiubai's face was not very good-looking, "Tell me, how did you die?"

Xiao Jingliu saw that he was a little angry, so he restrained his smile, took a long spoon and stirred the pot, and said after a while: "After you died, I probably lived a life in a bad state. Lived two years longer than you."

"and then?"

He glanced at him, "You're not here, my heart is very empty, and I often don't know what I'm doing. You know, it's easy for people to take advantage of this situation, so..."

He didn't say everything, but it was enough.

Han Qiubai's face was so blue that he couldn't get any greener, he lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

"It's all over, don't I stand in front of you now?" Xiao Jingliu turned off the fire, looked at him and said softly, "Besides, if I don't die, how can I see you?"

"Snapped!"

Han Qiubai walked up to him, raised his hand and slapped him without thinking.

Xiao Jingliu didn't avoid it, but took the slap abruptly.

In the next second, he pressed his red-eyed lover against the edge of the kitchen table, hugged her tightly, and kissed her hard, like a wolf.

The mouths and bodies of the two were entangled fiercely.

"Hmm... get lost... let go... people who commit suicide have no right to touch me!..."

"I can't let go, only you, no matter how many lives, I will never let go. Even if I die, I will not let go."

The author has something to say: Well, start backing up to prevent smoke~~

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Even after many years have passed, looking back, Xiao Jingliu still feels that he chose to stay and listen instead of fleeing at that time, which was the most correct decision he made in his life.

That day, sitting on the bed, while calming down on the surface and feeling uneasy in his heart, he heard a fairy voice flying from outside——

"Xiao Jingliu, I love you, I have always loved you, no matter in this life or in the last life, I will always love you."

The words that come out of the lover's mouth are so beautiful, and they are a hundred times more beautiful than the music played by the best chords in the world. The indescribable joy spreads infinitely from the chest, filling every blood vessel and meridian in the limbs and bones of the whole body.

Tears, which represent incompetence and uselessness, actually slipped down when hearing such an ordinary sentence...

Before meeting this man named Han Qiubai, it was a fantasy for him.

Xiao Jingliu never knew that there were still tears in his body, he would shed tears because he felt happy hearing his lover's confession...

how unbelievable...

"I can forgive you for hiding from me in this life. But, Xiao Jingliu, in the last life, neither you nor Xiao Xun, I will never forgive, never." Han Qiubai's voice was extremely clear.

"I know." Xiao Jingliu's eyes sparkled with water, and a gentle expression appeared on his beautiful face.

Han Qiubai closed his eyes for a while, with a calm and peaceful expression.

Is it because the other party is also reborn with memories like himself, so he can calm down and be so calm when he mentions the past in front of this man?

For the past that has passed away, even the pain has faded because of the passage of time.

Telling the truth face to face like this is a picture that I never thought of in my previous life.

"It's impossible for me to fall in love with you." Han Qiubai slowly opened his eyes, looked straight at Xiao Jingliu, and smiled vaguely, "In those ten years, I lived with this belief."

Xiao Jingliu gasped for breath, his chest was filled with joy one second, and the next second it was like being hit hard by a sledgehammer, excruciatingly painful.

He stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around him, hugged him and whispered, "I'm sorry for making you suffer so much."

"It would be great if I could only live with hatred for the rest of my life," Han Qiubai let him hug himself, leaning his chin on his shoulder, and said sullenly, "But 'people are not grass, no one can be heartless', I am not a stone man , Wooden man, I am just an ordinary person with many emotions and desires, whether it is Xiao Xun or you, how can I be really indifferent to what you did later? Especially him..."

"For you, he took great pains and would do anything." Xiao Jingliu said in a bad tone, "I'm not surprised that you fell in love with him."

"...you hugged me."

"Whether you love him or not, whether in the previous life or this life, whether you have memories or not, I will never let you go. Han Qiubai, you are mine. No one can change you."

"...I don't want to hear this kind of talk, and I can't be happy at all."

The man's response was to wrap his arms around his waist even tighter, wishing he could rub his whole body into his own body, holding him so tightly that he couldn't move at all.

He could only sigh.

"Xiao Jingliu, you are right in saying that I can't let go of Xiao Xun. Even if I'm with you, half of my heart is with him. I can't lie to myself, and I don't want to lie to you. The person I met first It was him, he was the one who hated first, and he was the one who tried to fall in love first, whether you are happy or not, and whether I admit it or not, this is the truth."

"What about me?" the man asked with gritted teeth.

"You've been one step late." Han Qiubai rolled his eyelids.

"...You said you loved me just now." Xiao Jingliu finally remembered the key point after being stymied by his answer.

Han Qiubai sighed again, pushed away the tight embrace, put his hands on the man's shoulders, leaned over and tapped the beautiful and charming lips, and said after pulling some distance: "So, those are all It's the past, no matter what happened between me and Xiao Xun, in the end I chose not him, but you. I saved you, of course there was a factor of not wanting him to 'kill your father', but if it wasn't because of that person If it's you, why would I be willing to take that bullet?"

The man was in a good mood, he was reactive and took the initiative, entangled him with another long, fiery kiss.

"Didn't you say you're hungry?" Xiao Jingliu smiled softly as he let go of the young man who was being kissed, showing all his amorous feelings, "Go wash up, I'll make breakfast."

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There is only one person in the whole world who can make the prince of the Xiao family willingly wash his hands and make soup.

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I don’t know where I heard a fallacy that if you want to capture a man’s heart, you must first grasp his stomach.

Xiao Jingliu used to scoff at this, but now he enjoys it.

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Outside the window, snowflakes fluttered one after another, spinning and floating down from the sky, without direction.

The room with the curtains open is bright and warm, and there is a silky sweet smell in the air.

"When I saw you cooking in an apron for the first time in my previous life, I wanted to say, you really fit in an apron. You don't feel out of place at all, and you look pretty."

After Han Qiubai finished washing, he stood outside the cooking counter holding the hot milk that Xiao Jingliu had prepared for him, and praised him from the bottom of his heart.

The big bad wolf who was cooking porridge and making hors d'oeuvres looked up at the little white rabbit, with a glint of glass in his beautiful eyes, and asked calmly, "Does that mean I look good in an apron, or does Xiao Xun look good in an apron?"

The little white rabbit blinked blinkingly, then turned to look out the window, "Uh, why has it been snowing for so long and it hasn't stopped? I had an illusion last night, thinking it was just a dream..."

At the end of the speech, the mood gradually declined.

He tried to avoid one subject that embarrassed him, and jumped into another that embarrassed him even more.

The pitiful look of the little rabbit standing in front of the cooking counter holding a milk cup in a daze made the big bad wolf feel distressed.

"Bai..." Putting away his resentful eyes, the sternness in Xiao Jingliu's eyes flashed past. He was about to say something to divert his lover's thoughts, but was interrupted by Han Qiubai just as he opened his mouth.

"How did you die?" The boy raised his head, bit his lower lip, and looked at him for a moment.

He was almost fooled by his understatement, the Xiao Jingliu he knew was so powerful, thoughtful and ruthless, most people couldn't touch him at all.

If it wasn't Xiao Xun who killed him that time, who would it be?

"I don't know." Xiao Jingliu shrugged, "I died in an accidental assassination. I don't know where the bullet came from, let alone the opponent's appearance. After I die, I open my eyes and go back to the past."

Han Qiubai did not expect this kind of answer: "Can't you guess who it is?"

"How do you guess? Sitting in my seat, there are not one or two people who want my old life, anyone is possible. There are too many, I can't guess."

The more relaxed he said, the more Han Qiubai didn't believe it.

"If you could be assassinated so easily, you wouldn't have sat in the seat of power in the Xiao family for so many years."

"I love to hear that, so you