Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

The universe tonight has the vastness of oblivion and the precision of fanaticism. They want to get rid of their own bodies and the traces left on each other for more than 20 years, but everything is in vain.

He Chuyin couldn't tell whether she had forgotten more or was more fanatical.

Lu Yanxiao grabbed her hands with both hands and locked them tightly on the bed sheets. She endured his fierce kiss until she was almost suffocated.

"Get out of here!" He Chuyin's breathing was unstable. She raised her foot to kick Lu Yanxiao, but was pinned down by his long legs and could not move.

"Are you serious about being with Feng Guanlin this time? Are you planning to marry him?" Lu Yanxiao stared at her. The light from the crystal chandelier cast a small shadow on her thick eyelashes.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" He Chuyin looked at him, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips. "Two years ago, they forced you to marry me. If you didn't want to, you could tell me the truth. I just asked you to accompany me, not to marry me. You agreed to it yourself, and then ran away from the wedding. So, you're back now to marry me? No, you should be back to get a divorce."

Everyone else’s wedding vows were touching, but hers, she was filled with joy, only got one sentence: I don’t like you, and I will not marry you.

The feeling of dashed hopes is like a sharp pain from a broken bone.

He Chuyin had hope in Lu Yanxiao twice.

The first time was when she was young, she had a crush on him. She was the only girl around him, and he was only nice to her. She thought she was special. But she wasn't.

The second time was when she forced him to accompany her. After a few years of being together, he suddenly asked her if she wanted to get married. She thought he fell in love with her. But... at the wedding, she got a cruel answer.

"If you want to marry me, marry me. If you don't want to marry me, don't marry me. If I don't like you, I have to forget you. If I want to like you, I have to like you. Lu Yanxiao, there is no such good thing in the world."

There were no tears in her eyes and her words were crystal clear.

Lu Yanxiao put his arms around her waist, laid on the bed, and held her in his arms. All those reasons kept turning around in his throat, and finally turned into three words: "I'm sorry."

Promised and then regretted, gave hope and then took it back.

There is no way to tell which is more destructive: loving without knowing it or loving without being able to get it. Both are equally heartbreaking.

When he could have her, he loved her without knowing it. After endless torture, he realized his heart, but she no longer belonged to him.

Lu Yanxiao hugged He Chuyin tightly, his shoulders shaking, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Don't go... I beg you..."

He Chuyin closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Lu Yanxiao held her face and kissed her lips. It was a salty kiss, lips and tongues entangled, whose heart was rekindled and whose heart was sinking, no one could tell.

I don't ask her to like him again, I just ask her not to leave.

He couldn't let her leave.

He Chuyin knew that Lu Yanxiao was forced to leave in the past. He was a man with such a tough character and a wild and unruly nature, but he was constantly compromising.

Then, she suddenly became angry. When his hands moved along her lower abdomen and thighs, she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder viciously, not stopping until it bled.

After waiting for a while, Lu Yanxiao didn't respond. He Chuyin felt strange and asked, "Why aren't you being mean to me anymore?"

"I can't bear to leave." he said.

"Don't disgust me!" He Chuyin was a little scared and reached out to push him away, but he held her hand instead.

He Chuyin was rarely silent.

After a while, she said, "You are really perverted."

"You're not bad either." he replied.

The phone rang again. Worried that something urgent was going on, He Chuyin reached for the phone, took a few deep breaths, and answered it.

"Hey."

"It's me. Are you okay? The call couldn't get through." Feng Guanlin's voice came.

"It's okay, I'm talking to my brother..." He Chuyin was lying on her side, and one of her legs was suddenly lifted up.

She was on the phone, what was he doing! He Chuyin turned around and glared at the culprit.

She bit her lip and said quickly, "Sir Feng, I have something else to do. I'll hang up first." She threw away the phone, raised her hand and slapped Lu Yanxiao on his well-defined waist and abdomen, "Are you sick?"

Lu Yanxiao rolled around on the bed holding her in his arms, then pulled the quilt over them both.

He Chuyin: “???”

"Sleep here tonight and leave tomorrow." Lu Yanxiao lowered his eyes to look at her, as if he had regained his older brother look from a long time ago, but his eyes were far from innocent.

It was rare for He Chuyin to be quiet. She was tired after making a lot of noise all night.

For some reason, she was particularly easy to satisfy tonight. Soon she lay on top of him, breathing heavily with her mouth slightly open.

The room was full of beauty, and his heart was burning because of her. Lu Yanxiao turned over and pressed her under him, kissing her and pleasing her. He Chuyin hugged his neck, moaning uncontrollably.

He suddenly said hoarsely: "Yin Yin..."

These two words frightened He Chuyin so much that she couldn't help but shrink. She looked at him in horror and said angrily, "Don't call me."

“Yinyin.” Lu Yanxiao kept calling out, his voice deep and hoarse with a hint of laughter, “Yinyin…”

Although He Chuyin usually speaks softly, she is just as good at scolding people, and can even use her hands and feet to hit Lu Yanxiao.

They all understood this tacitly.

She would just beat and scold him without restraint, and he would just let her beat and scold him without restraint.

The feeling this time was different from all the previous times. He Chuyin kept moaning, and her voice seemed to have regained its delicate tone.

Lu Yanxiao couldn't help laughing.

The moment I looked into her eyes, all the painful tortures and the entanglements of love and not love in the past had answers.

He loves her.

In the past, in the present, and in the future.

He Chuyin stared at Lu Yanxiao's burning eyes without blinking, and after a moment, she slowly closed her eyes.

Love brings a new dawn behind closed eyes.

……

After tossing and turning for half a night, He Chuyin slept until nine o'clock the next morning. As soon as she opened her eyes, she cried "Aiya". Lu Yanxiao was lying on the bed, half-opening his eyes as he watched her jump off the bed, her slender legs flexibly walking on the ground. The master bedroom was large, she stepped on the carpet, walked to the sofa, picked up her clothes and quickly put them on. Her long hair was pressed in her clothes, she reached back and took her hair out, her long black and shiny hair spread behind her, like black and smooth silk.

He Chuyin put on her clothes, stood there and scratched her slightly messy hair, looked around, and finally walked to the head of the bed, looking face to face with Lu Yanxiao for half a minute.

Lu Yanxiao stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head to kiss her. He Chuyin covered his lips, blocking his kiss.

"Have you had enough fun? When will you be back?" Lu Yanxiao's voice was hoarse from just waking up. "Isn't it enough for me to accompany you alone? If you can't bear to tell the men outside to get out, leave them to me."

What man outside?

He Chuyin was too lazy to pay attention to him and just talked about her own business: "My brother and sister-in-law are coming back from their honeymoon."

Lu Yanxiao raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.

"Let's take some time to get a divorce. If they knew we got married two years ago, I... I'll definitely be fine, but you may not be." He Chuyin said.