After Rebirth, I Just Want to Lie Down, but God Will Force Me to Rebel.

[Shuangjie, long-planned, sweet pet, childhood sweetheart, Qiangqiang, micro-group portrait] She is an ancient god. Tens of thousands of years ago, during the ancient war, the gods fell, and she became an orphan of the gods. Eight hundred years ago, she died to save the world, and he guarded the common people for eight hundred years for her. He tried every means to wait until she was resurrected... In her eyes, she came back to repay her love debt, but things always go wrong... ———— His thin lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes were like bottomless cold pools. He stepped forward slowly, placed his hands on the railing, held Ye Qi'an in his arms, leaned over and said again: "Is it Changqin or Changqing?" The voice was familiar, but the tone was as cold as ever. Ye Qian turned around and faced those dark eyes, as if he was about to be swallowed by the bottomless abyss. She took a step back and leaned against the railing, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she avoided the man's gaze: "Yes... It's sunny, sunny weather." The man did not let her go. Instead, he came closer and put his arm around her waist, keeping her close to him. He leaned over and smiled coldly in her ear: "My husband didn't know that Guaiguai was so good at composing poetry."