Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked softly.

He Lianzhou was tall and straight, and his weight on Zhu Xia could not be ignored. As he spoke, his short black hair rubbed against her chin, making her feel numb and itchy.

The man was so silent at this moment that he became mute and stopped talking.

She was wearing a black skirt, which was already short. When she sat down, the hem of the skirt rose slightly, and her exposed smooth skin pressed against his lazily swaying long legs, which felt warm to the touch.

Zhu Xia lowered her eyelashes and glanced at their intertwined fingers, then touched his forehead. His temperature was normal, nothing unusual.

Luxury cars stopped and started on the busy streets.

Zhu Xia looked out of the car window, watching the crowds hurrying along the zebra crossing, and couldn't help but recall the time many years ago when he took her on a night cruise, strolling along the Queen's Pier like countless other couples, eating delicious desserts, standing by the sea in the breeze, and watching the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour.

Hong Kong is a city where tradition and modernity coexist.

Her first impression of this city was He Lianzhou, and her last impression... was probably also He Lianzhou.

The night falls and the lanterns come on.

The city is prosperous and bizarre, and the narrow streets often give people a sense of crampedness, as if you can reach out your hand from the car and touch the buildings on both sides of the street.

Although the streets are narrow, the traffic is smooth.

The car drove into a quiet street. Zhu Xia turned around and looked at He Lianzhou. Somehow, he became silent.

He Lianzhou is not a ship, he is a mountain. An indestructible mountain.

But she is not Yugong, who cannot move the mountain.

After a long time, the pain in his shoulders attacked his nerves. Zhu Xia did not move at all. He sighed almost inaudibly and whispered, "It's too heavy."

After saying this, the man who pretended to be deaf and dumb finally sat back down, but he did not let go of her hand.

Zhu Xia's black jade chess-piece eyes reflected his angular profile, and she tacitly allowed him to hold her hand.

Sometimes even she herself didn't understand whether she didn't pull her hand away because she felt guilty and soft-hearted, or because she knew she couldn't break free and so she didn't put up a futile resistance.

This man used to be like this.

Elusive.

When she was in London, she looked forward to the wind chimes at the door of the bar ringing and creating beautiful melodies.

He is tall and has long arms, so he inevitably bumps into the wind chimes when he enters the door.

This caused her to equate "he came" with "the bell rang" for a while.

Recalling this, Zhu Xia couldn't help but smile, and her mood unexpectedly became relaxed, like a horizontal surface washed by a breeze, comfortable, clear, and empty.

"I'm hungry." Zhu Xia pressed the corner of her mouth and said to He Lianzhou, "Let's go eat. I'll treat you."

He Lianzhou raised his eyelids slightly, and his deep gaze slowly fell on her cheek, as if observing and exploring her. After a moment, he opened his lips and said:

"You want to leave?"

Hearing this, Zhu Xia's fingertips trembled suddenly. Her hands were now entangled with his, and he could clearly feel her subtle changes.

When their eyes met, Zhu Xia felt a small electric current running down his spine, causing him to break out in a thin layer of cold sweat.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he was so strong that any movement she made was in vain.

Zhu Xia gave up struggling, looked him in the eyes calmly and said, "I want to go home."

Come back home.

It's ambiguous given her current situation.

Should I go back to Yangriju or return to the capital.

It didn't matter to He Lianzhou where Zhu Xia went back to. He would always find a way to find her.

"I'm not talking about the geographical location." He Lianzhou said in a deep voice.

The air suddenly became very thin, and her breathing stagnated for a moment. Zhu Xia subconsciously moved back, and He Lianzhou held her hand and pulled hard.

The unexpected brute force pulled Zhu Xia forward, causing her to lose balance and lean forward.

Almost instantly, He Lianzhou laid the chair down, and Zhu Xia lay on top of him, holding one of his hands and pressing the other hand on his chest.

Her long black hair fell and hung coolly on his neck. They were so close that even their heartbeats were touching.

The man's body was tall and firm, and felt good to the touch... She suddenly remembered the scene of her wrapping her arms around his waist and him thrusting in and out of her.

Zhu Xia's heart was beating irregularly, his brain was pounding as if an electric shock had occurred, and his ears and hands were burning.

As the night deepened, the car became darker. She could not see his expression, but could feel his hot breath.

The car was driving smoothly, and no one knew the charming atmosphere in the back seat. This small space seemed to be covered by a solid barrier, forming a small world that no third party could peek into or interfere with.

The man's slightly cool lips touched her earlobe, and Zhu Xia seemed to be frozen, her whole body tensed. Then, she heard him whisper in her ear, "Hate me? Huh?"

"...No." Zhu Xia pursed her lips and managed to calm down, "We can try to be friends."

"What friends? Friends you slept with?" he asked in a low voice.

He pronounced those three words very deeply, like a match, burning her ears red with a single rub.

The open sexual culture in foreign countries, the social circle that does not suppress nature, doctors who are not taboo about sex... With these various experiences, Zhu Xia can remain calm in the face of dirty jokes and romance films.

Physiological needs are normal.

It is normal to get pleasure from the body.

But now, hearing He Lianzhou talk about that kind of thing, she couldn't control her body's instinctive reaction.

Not only were my ears hot, but my face also started to burn.

A beam of colorful light reflected into the carriage, and Zhu Xia saw his appearance clearly. The man looked calm, his chin slightly tense, and his eyes deep.

The blood from the heart pressed against the extremities of her limbs, hitting her pulse again and again.

Without hearing her reply, He Lianzhou put his hands on her waist and used a little force to force her to press against him.

Sensing the sexual danger, Zhu Xia groaned.

Her pupils dilated and she looked up at him in surprise.

"You, how did you..."

"Say it in full. What's wrong with me?" He Lianzhou followed up on her words.

Zhu Xia did not answer.

He did not ask any more questions, but just tightened his arms around her. For a moment, Zhu Xia suspected that he wanted to break her waist with his bare hands.

Of course, with his power greater than Lu Zhishen's, he can definitely do it.

It was stuck too tightly, and Zhu Xia's breathing became a little rapid.

As she adjusted her breath, she heard the man's deep, magnetic voice saying, "Zhu Xia, you always have priority with me."

Zhu Xia understood the hidden meaning in his words, but what came out of her mouth was: "What?"

"Don't take risks, let me help you." He Lianzhou said.

Does he know why she came to Hong Kong?

After two seconds of silence, Zhu Xia said calmly: "You think too much."

"Then answer my previous question." He Lianzhou interlocked his fingers with hers and squeezed her hand nonchalantly, saying, "You want to leave?"

"I said, I want to go home." Zhu Xia's hands were numb and soft from being pinched, and his voice unconsciously became softer.

“Not the location.”

"I don't understand you," she said.

"Why are you hiding from me?" He seemed very patient and asked slowly in a low voice, "Are you afraid of what I might do to you, or are you afraid of what you might do to me?"