Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

"You know this person too."

Lin Jiayue said: "Shang Xun, he has been pursuing Princess Jasmine recently."

Zhu Xia hesitated for a moment and said, "Princess Jasmine, do you mean Zhou Mo?"

Lin Jiayue nodded: "Yes, are you familiar with her?"

Not very cooked.

I met Zhou Mo once or twice in New York, but it was just a "meeting".

Zhu Xia looked at the time. The time Shang Xun had mentioned was almost up. She asked Lin Jiayue if she wanted to go to the club together. Lin Jiayue said no and went back to the old house to find her father.

Lin Jiayue drove Zhu Xia to the EVG Club and told her to call her anytime if she needed anything. Zhu Xia smiled and replied "OK".

She took the elevator to the third floor and walked on the thick sound-absorbing carpet. Before she reached the box, she saw a tall and slender figure leaning against the wall at the corner. Hearing the noise, he raised his eyelids and looked at her.

The man was facing the light, his features hidden in the dark, like an indestructible mountain in the distance, and his expression was hard to discern. Only the gaze from his dark eyes seemed to have substance, and it was particularly clear that it was pressing on Zhu Xia.

Zhu Xia was stunned for a few seconds and was about to pass by He Lianzhou.

The next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by him.

The man's hands were broad, and they were more than enough to hold her slender wrist tightly.

Zhu Xia could feel the roughness of his palm. It was a scar she left on him.

Zhu Xia's fingertips trembled for a moment, her breathing trembled slightly, and she suddenly raised her head.

"He Lianzhou——"

The light from the ceiling was dim, and she once again bumped into those dark eyes.

"Come with me to a place," he said.

Zhu Xia looked at him and he looked at her.

Zhu Xia knew that it was impossible to pretend not to know He Lianzhou.

What kind of stranger would intercept a girl here?

Isn't that perverted?

After a moment of silence, Zhu Xia said, "I promised Master Shang that I would attend the game he organized, so I can't be absent."

"Have you ever thought that you can't refuse my invitation?" He Lianzhou gripped her wrist a little harder.

Zhu Xia tried to pull her hand free and struggled several times, but failed to break free from his control.

What kind of invitation is this? It's clearly a hijacking.

It was just as bad as the robber who robbed her cigarette last time.

The slight pain in her wrist forced Zhu Xia to calm down. She looked at him and said fearlessly, "I've thought about it, but I still refuse."

He Lianzhou loosened his grip on her wrist, and just as Zhu Xia was about to break free, she heard him say calmly, "Are you looking for Li Baize?"

Zhu Xia paused for a moment.

She looked into his misty black eyes, her thick long eyelashes fluttering up and down.

One second, two seconds.

"Don't go too far, I have to go to the hospital tomorrow," she said.

Zhu Xia couldn't figure out where He Lianzhou was going to take her.

He never let go of her wrist, dragging her from the third floor to the underground parking lot. Zhu Xia occasionally looked down at his suit pants that covered his long legs, and occasionally looked up at the back of his black-haired head.

Uncle Cai was waiting in the parking lot. He was not surprised to see their intimate behavior. He just called out respectfully, "Master, Doctor Zhu."

Zhu Xia greeted Uncle Cai politely.

He Lianzhou opened the car door and pushed her in.

Before Zhu Xia could react, she had already sat in. She sank into the soft and comfortable seat, her mind still a little dazed.

He Lianzhou leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and leaned into the car without warning.

Zhu Xia dodged subconsciously, pressing the back of his head against the leather chair, holding his breath.

The distance between them was just right. The man's hot breath was diluted by the air and lightly covered her face. Zhu Xia didn't even have time to blink before she heard the sound of a seat belt swish by her ear, and then another "click", and she was fastened by the seat belt.

He Lianzhou did not immediately distance himself from her. Instead, he looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Are you going to suffocate yourself to death?"

Zhu Xia then started to operate his breathing system again: "...conditioned reflex."

He Lianzhou asked: "Blocking me is also a conditioned reflex?"

"It's different." Zhu Xia said calmly, "That's a stress response."

He Lianzhou chuckled, a very short laugh, which brushed across her earlobe as softly as a feather, light and fluttering.

After closing the car door, Uncle Cai threw the car keys to He Lianzhou, who walked around the front of the car and towards the driver's seat, and the latter took them accurately.

The moment Zhu Xia sat in the passenger seat, she vaguely guessed that He Lianzhou was going to drive again, but she still found it strange when she saw him sit in the driver's seat and fasten his seat belt.

He Lianzhou took out a bottle of water from the storage box, covered the bottle cap with a handkerchief, twisted it, and handed it to her: "Drink some water."

Zhu Xia was thirsty, so he took it without hesitation: "Thank you."

After she finished drinking, He Lianzhou slowly took off his suit jacket and handed it to Zhu Xia who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Zhu Xia was caught off guard and hugged him tightly. The clothes with top-grade tailoring and fabrics retained his body temperature, which was very warm. The moment she touched him, she felt a sense of ambiguity. She couldn't help but secretly grab it, and the fabric felt very comfortable.

He Lianzhou started the engine. Zhu Xia felt the fabric on her palm. She looked down and found that the red mark he left on her wrist had not yet disappeared.

It is exactly the location where Chinese medicine practitioners take the pulse.

The electrocardiogram of time fluctuates up and down, and a certain memory comes to mind unexpectedly.

……

After a long, cold, rainy winter and spring, London after the summer solstice is sunny, blue sky, shadows climb over the red bricks, and sunset extends to nine o'clock in the evening.

When Zhu Xia has free time, he likes to take a stroll in the breeze along the Thames River, where all of London is presented. He has visited the culturally rich Tate Gallery, crossed the crowded Millennium Bridge, and seen the dazzling modern buildings.

One day, Zhu Xia looked at the gently rotating London Eye from afar. The hand hanging by her side moved slowly, and her five fingers touched He Lianzhou's wrist. This time he did not pinch her with his backhand to hurt her.

Zhu Xia raised her head, her eyes gleaming with light, and said softly, "He Lianzhou, I feel your pulse."

He Lianzhou looked at her with his eyelashes drooping.

"The arterial wall pulsates periodically as the heart contracts and relaxes, forming the arterial pulse, or pulse for short."

Zhu Xia said: "Pulse is one of the vital signs. If your pulse speeds up because of someone, it will be very fatal."

If you like someone, it will be very fatal.

He Lianzhou stared at her quietly for a moment, then chuckled, "Then you are very dangerous to me."

Zhu Xia also smiled and said, "What should we do then?"

He Lianzhou grabbed her wrist with his backhand, their skin pressed against each other, the scorching heat penetrated the surface of her skin and spread into her blood, flowing to every inch of her internal organs.

He leaned forward, lowered his neck, gently leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Happy summer. Summer is here, and your heartbeat should speed up."

The pink and purple sky was reflected in Zhu Xia's eyes. The wind blew and she heard her own voice saying, "Okay."

At the age of 18, Zhu Xia fell in love with Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.

Shall I wait until a summer's day.

(Shall I compare you to a summer's day)