After Being Reborn, The Sick and Tender Lord Always Rips Off My Vest

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After reading the introduction about the patron saint, An Sheng couldn't help but wonder, "Sorry, why am I your patron saint?"

Lotta tried her best to explain in Mandarin mixed with common language, and she also used her mobile phone to translate it in the middle.

It probably means that their country believes in Manta God, and God gives everyone the opportunity to find a guardian. When they encounter a guardian, they will be blessed by the gods.

save them from suffering.

This is a belief that has been passed down in this country for thousands of years. An Sheng rescued Lota twice, and Lota already believed that she was his patron saint.

Youxin was already tired, "So I'll find a big brother to protect you."

Lotta looked at An Sheng hopefully, "Yes, can you?"

An Sheng was a little hesitant. In fact, she would not finish the course in Carlton all the time. She mainly came to do her own thing.

and……

An Sheng didn't really want to put her lips on anyone other than Bo Jinye.

Neither can girls.

Seeing An Sheng's hesitation, Luota was about to cry, "Please, please bless me, I escaped, and I don't want to go back."

Speaking of this, Youxin became excited, "Hey who escaped? The escaped princess of Gumanta?"

"Why did you run away?"

Lotta took a deep breath and wiped her tears, "Girls are worthless in our country."

"The status of women is very low. Although princesses sound good, in fact, all princesses are born with only one thing to do."

"That is to go to the imperial temple to serve the gods, recite the scriptures, pray for blessings, and pray. You cannot marry or leave the imperial temple. From the age of fourteen until death, you can only stay in the imperial temple."

Youxin frowned, "What the hell!"

An Sheng thought thoughtfully, "This is also one of the reasons why their country is relatively backward, such is the national thinking."

Lotta burst into tears again, "I escaped this time, and my mother and sister paid a great price for it. I don't want to go back. I want to seek help and save the girls in our country."

Behind Lotta's tears is the suffering of women in this country for thousands of years.

The princesses who served the gods in the imperial temple were even dedicated to some "highly esteemed" monks, who had no freedom.

Not even self.

Lotta was the prettiest and smartest little princess, and her mother and sister didn't want her to go to the imperial temple and be insulted.

Take the initiative to do a lowly job in exchange for Lota to leave the country to study.

Before leaving, the queen told Lotta, "If you find an opportunity, just run away quietly and don't come back."

Losing a princess is not a big deal to Gumanta at all, and it may not even be mentioned in the news.

But Lotta didn't want to abandon her mother and sisters, and all the women in her home country.

But she is too weak. She came here, and she can't even speak Mandarin and Common, and she doesn't know how to ask for help.

She has not received much education, and girls rarely go to school in Gumanta.

It is difficult for her to even survive in this strange country.

An Sheng looked at You Xin, "What should I do?"

Youxin coughed, "I think she's quite miserable, you, you can decide."

"If you kiss her, I definitely won't tell the fourth brother. It's a good deed."

An Sheng frowned and sighed, "Can this ceremony only be kissing?"

Lotta nodded with tears in her eyes, "You, you just need to kiss my forehead, and then I'll salute you."

Before coming, Lotta did not believe in gods.

If gods do exist and turn a blind eye to their suffering, why serve them?

Until she met An Sheng.

The flustered and panicked princess believed in the existence of the Patronus.

This belief gave her courage.

An Sheng looked at Lota and finally agreed.

Lotta bent her knees slightly and lowered her eyelashes, her wet eyelashes trembling nervously.

An Sheng lowered his head and gently held the girl's little face. When he was about to touch the girl's forehead, the door was slammed open, and Bo Jinye with a frosty face appeared at the door.

Youxin fell from the chair in fright and stammered, "Fourth, fourth brother?!"

Just in time!

An Sheng was taken aback, "Aye?"

From Bo Jinye's point of view, An Sheng is going to kiss Lota.

The man was about to go crazy with jealousy. He strode in and grabbed Lotta's neck and pulled the girl away. His eyes seemed to be poisoned, and his voice was cold and low, "What are you, and you want to fight with me?"

Lotta struggled desperately, suffocation surged up, "No, don't..."

"Aye! It's not what you think, she is the princess of Gumanta." An Sheng hurriedly hugged Bo Jinye and clasped the man's hand to prevent him from continuing to exert force.

She was about to continue explaining when the man interrupted her, "Princess?"

Bo Jinye frowned, with disbelief in his eyes, and looked at Lota viciously, "Is it a princess who thinks I won't dare to kill you?"

An Sheng clenched Bo Jinye's hand and explained quickly, "This is a kind of ceremony for their national coming-of-age ceremony. To recognize me as a sister, I just want to touch her forehead, Ah Ye, it's not what you think. ."

"Let her go first, okay? Come on, I'm not going to kiss her."

Youxin also came to help An Sheng hold Bo Jinye, "Fourth brother, calm down, they definitely won't have that kind of relationship while I'm still here."

An Sheng looked at Bo Jinye tenderly, "Aye, I will never betray you, let her go first, okay?"

An Sheng's words made Bo Jinye's heart aches.

That's right...

She will never betray herself.

Bo Jinye let go of his hand and hugged An Sheng tightly.

Youxin caught Lota who was almost kneeling on the ground, and quickly dragged him out.

I wanted to close the door, but found that the door lock sensing area was blocked by a small circular piece, so I picked it out curiously.

In the room, An Sheng asked Bo Jinye to hold him, softened his voice and slowly repeated the matter, "That's it."

"About this Princess Lotta, Youxin was present the whole time, you can wait and ask him."

Bo Jinye hugged An Sheng silently, then carried him to the bed, and wiped An Sheng's lips with a paper towel on the table with a gloomy brow.

An Sheng smiled inwardly, raised his face slightly, and asked him to wipe it again and again, his lips were ravaged and turned red.

"Well, if you think it's not clean, Ah Ye can help me clean it up." An Sheng laughed and coaxed.

Bo Jinye kissed her fiercely.

Her lips, her people, must be his.

Not a single bit can be shared with others.

An Sheng wrapped his arms around the man's neck, his breathing became more and more intense, his figures overlapped and rubbed lightly.

"Sheng Sheng, don't be someone's patron saint."

"All your titles and titles must be related to me."

Bo Jinye looked at the woman who was panting under him, begging and possessing in his eyes.

An Sheng held up his face, "Okay."

Bo Jinye kissed again.

In An Sheng's pocket, on the mobile phone interface, two red dots in the same position are flashing with the same frequency.