Wearing a book, hooking him up - Chapter 312 Dream Return

He moved very slowly and carefully lay down on the bed, his eyes fixed on Su Jingyao who was sleeping on her side.

He also lay sideways towards her, stretched out a hand and gently placed it on her slender waist.

The moment his hand touched her, Su Jingyao turned around instinctively and naturally, hugged his waist with both hands, and rubbed her little face against his chest gently, as if looking for the most comfortable position.

Jun Zechen felt this long-lost and intimate gesture, and his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Her eyes were closed and she showed no signs of waking up.

In the more than one month of living together, she had never done such intimate things, but she had done such things in her previous lives.

Jun Zechen felt emotional and used a little more force to hold the person in his arms tighter.

But that night, Su Jingyao slept very restlessly.

Subconsciously, he lowered his head to look at her.

He even gently lifted her little face. Although the movement was not light, Su Jingyao was still immersed in her dream and showed no signs of waking up.

There were crystal tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, slowly sliding down her cheeks, and her expression was a little painful. It was as if she had returned to the time when he hurt her because of Ling Yue. The helpless and sad look once again hurt his heart.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Jun Zechen felt a little panic in his heart. Could it be that the medicine Max gave him had side effects?

This thought flashed through his mind, his face instantly became solemn, and he hurriedly prepared to turn over and take out his cell phone to call his private doctor.

At this moment, Su Jingyao seemed to be muttering something to herself.

Jun Zechen immediately stopped what he was doing and listened attentively.

Although the voice was faint, it was like a thunderclap exploding in Jun Zechen's ears.

He froze for a moment, his body stiffened involuntarily, and his face was full of disbelief.

Yaoyao she...

Suddenly, Jun Zechen seemed to think of something. He quickly took Su Jingyao's mobile phone from the bedside table, opened it, and saw that the novel was already being flipped through.

But this life is not the point!

A bold guess arose in Jun Zechen's mind. Could it be that Yaoyao went to his world with the memories of this life?

Thinking of this, his originally anxious heart gradually settled down.

He gently held Su Jingyao in his arms again, watching her every move.

Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, and the soft sunlight shone onto the bed through the gaps in the curtains.

Jun Zechen looked at Su Jingyao's sleeping face with a faint smile on her face, and he couldn't help but smile too.

He couldn't help but stretched out his finger, gently poked her pink face, and whispered: "Are you going to remember everything?"

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When Crown Prince Jun Yihuan was 20 years old, His Majesty and the Queen Mother decided to retire and pass the throne to him.

So, after the grand coronation ceremony, the new emperor ruled the world and opened a new chapter of the dynasty.

Time flies, and in May, Jiangnan is at its most beautiful season.

Jun Zechen took Su Jingyao to the Jiangnan Palace, away from the hustle and bustle of the capital, to enjoy the tranquility and beauty of the Jiangnan water town.

In the Moxiang Pavilion in the palace, Jun Zechen and Su Jingyao sat opposite each other, with black and white chess pieces crisscrossing on the chessboard in front of them.

They were immersed in the pleasant atmosphere, accompanied by the sound of dripping rain and smelling the fragrance of flowers in the air.

In this game of chess, Su Jingyao played with great concentration and considered every move carefully.

In the end, she won.

Su Jingyao raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a smug smile.

She stood up lightly, walked around the table, sat on Jun Zechen's legs, stretched out her arms, and hugged Jun Zechen's neck intimately. With a playful and provocative look in her eyes, she asked softly, "Are you surprised?"

Jun Zechen chuckled. Relying on his memories from his previous life, he had no rivals in chess.

Even though Su Jingyao was a master at chess, he could always handle it with ease. Only when Su Jingyao acted coquettishly towards him would he deliberately let her win and let her win happily.

"Jiaojiao's chess skills are getting better and better."

Jun Zechen looked at Su Jingyao in his arms tenderly, his eyes full of love.

Su Jingyao was not satisfied with this, she leaned close to Jun Zechen's ear and spoke in a low voice, but with a hint of mystery.

"My husband has lived an extra lifetime, and he is not only highly skilled in Go, but also has much more experience. This is really unfair. But today, it's fair."

Then his body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to meet Su Jingyao's eyes.

She...what does this mean?

Why is today fair?

Could it be because she also recovered her memories of her past life?

Jun Zechen subconsciously hugged Su Jingyao tighter in his arms, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly disappear.

Su Jingyao noticed his nervousness and a cunning flashed in her eyes. Then she obediently leaned her head on his neck and placed her hand on his heart, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.

After a moment, Su Jingyao directly confirmed Jun Zechen's thoughts.

"I remember everything."

She did remember everything, but also some modern experiences.

At this moment, connecting all the things together, Su Jingyao suddenly realized that it had been him all along.

The novel that appeared on her bookshelf must have been placed there by him on purpose.

She couldn't help but wonder, was it really Jun Zechen who wrote the novel himself? Did he have such a talent?

However, since the modern Jun Zechen possesses the memories of the present Jun Zechen and Ling Yue, they are actually the same person.

Thinking of this, Su Jingyao naturally stopped worrying about it. The man in front of her just didn't have the memories of his other two lives, but for the modern him, perhaps the memories of every life existed clearly in his mind.

No wonder he was so eager to get married before, it turns out that everything had its origins.

Jun Zechen held Su Jingyao, as if he wanted to merge her into his body, his eyes revealing a deep determination.

"It hurts, don't hold me so tight." Su Jingyao frowned slightly and said softly.

She sat up straight and looked at Jun Zechen, her eyes and eyebrows filled with smiles, charming and moving.

However, Jun Zechen was unable to fully understand the deep meaning in her eyes. He only felt that the smile seemed to hide some kind of emotion that he could not fathom.

"My husband is so good, I can't bear to leave him."

After saying that, she took the initiative to move forward without hesitation and kissed Jun Zechen's thin lips.

Her lips were soft and warm, with a faint fragrance. She opened her mouth slightly, took the initiative to pry open Jun Zechen's teeth, and lightly stretched out her tongue.

Jun Zechen responded to her obediently, their lips intertwined, their breath blending together, and they kissed hard.

The desire of the body began to burst out, and Jun Zechen suddenly pushed the chess pieces in front of him away with force. The chess pieces scattered to the ground with a crisp sound.

Their lips became moist and red because of the intense kiss just now.

Jun Zechen stood in front of the stone table, looking down at her, while Su Jingyao raised her head and looked at him.

Their eyes intertwined, as if countless silk threads were entangled in the air, and their eyes were full of emotions, hot and intense.

Su Jingyao smiled charmingly, tilted her head slightly, and moved her shoulders lightly. The dress on her body slowly slid down her smooth skin, and her snow-white shoulders were instantly exposed to the air.

Jun Zechen's eyes gradually deepened as she moved, as if there were twinkling stars in the endless darkness.

He slowly bent down, placed his hands side by side with Su Jingyao's, and supported himself on the stone table. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Jiaojiao, don't regret it."

Jun Zechen first gently placed a kiss on her shoulder, and then his kiss became more and more unrestrained, moving all the way down along her shoulder, as if it was a passionate journey of exploration.

Wherever the lips touched, they left behind traces of heat.

The rain outside the pavilion was still drizzling, bringing a hint of coolness.

The raindrops hit the buds outside, as if baptizing them, making the flowers more beautiful and emitting charming fragrance.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats echoing in the air.

An hour later, the rain gradually stopped.

Su Jingyao and Jun Zechen's clothes were now in disarray, hanging loosely on their bodies, barely covering their bodies covered with love marks.

Jun Zechen panted slightly, raised his hand to tidy up his clothes, and then sat down, with lust still burning in his eyes, and held Su Jingyao in his arms again.

Su Jingyao was like a delicate flower ravaged by a storm, her whole body limp and powerless. She spread her legs and sat lazily on Jun Zechen's body, her chin resting weakly on his shoulder, her eyes closed, and she had no strength to open her eyes.

Jun Zechen gently stroked Su Jingyao's scattered hair with one hand, his fingers lightly passing through her hair, feeling the silky touch, and his other hand hugged her slender waist.

Jun Zechen's voice was hoarse, with subtle nervousness and anticipation.

Su Jingyao's originally empty mind was instantly brought back by these words.

She couldn't help but laugh in her heart. This man's jealous habit would never change in several lifetimes. He was even jealous of her.

She was about to say "You are one person", but her mouth opened and closed again.

Thinking of this, Su Jingyao raised her head slightly, looked into Jun Zechen's eyes, and said softly: "I love you the most in this life."

When Jun Zechen heard this answer, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Then he held her hips, stood up, and walked with big strides towards the bedroom where they lived in the palace, holding her in his arms.

Again.