Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

It is indeed not suitable for people who have had physical contact to meet again.

An unintentional look, a word, or an action can evoke the crazy memories of the two people who once clung to each other until death.

Was she worried about what he might do to her, or was she worried about what she might do to him.

Zhu Xia could answer this question without even thinking about it.

But she still lowered her eyes, pretending to think, and hesitated for a while.

The light from the street lamp barely shone into the car, and He Lianzhou's dark eyes stared at Zhu Xia without blinking.

After a long while, she whispered, "You were the one who agreed to let me go."

"I regret it." He Lianzhou said immediately.

Zhu Xia raised her eyelids and looked at him in disbelief with eyes that were gleaming with light.

"I was lying to you." He Lianzhou's big hand that was holding her waist moved slowly and pressed gently on her waist. Zhu Xia couldn't help but let out a moan from her throat.

He knew her body very well, how to make her feel comfortable, how to make her feel sad, and knew every sensitive point of hers... Zhu Xia gritted her teeth and said as calmly as possible:

"Since neither of us regrets it, please let me go."

"Don't you know why I agreed to break up back then and why I don't regret it now?" He Lianzhou didn't let go, but hugged her even tighter.

Zhu Xia took a deep breath and asked calmly, "So. Is this why you touched me in the car?"

He Lianzhou paused.

Zhu Xia continued to ask: "Are you punishing me for threatening to kill myself and forcing you to break up?"

He Lianzhou stared at her with dark eyes.

"What do you want now?" Zhu Xia's voice was calm, but his words were shocking. "Do you want me to die?"

The tips of He Lianzhou's long fingers that were clasped around her waist moved slightly, and then he clenched them into fists, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.

He was restraining himself and trying to stay sane.

Zhu Xia grabbed his hand that was clasped with hers and pulled it up. His hand pressed against her fragile neck and he could easily strangle her neck.

"He Lianzhou, let's be clear about gratitude and resentment. The wound on your hand was caused by me..."

Before she finished her words, Zhu Xia closed her eyes because He Lianzhou grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.

Zhu Xia's heart suddenly trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to push him away, but her hand was grabbed instead.

He kissed her really hard, crushing her moist cherry lips, and then pried her open skillfully, entwining her with irresistible force, playing a chase game with her relentlessly.

Zhu Xia's chest rose and fell violently, but she did not resist, just looked at him quietly. The man's breath arrogantly invaded her consciousness, biting her lips until they were numb.

He Lianzhou stepped back, still holding her head with his big hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Zhu Xia remained silent.

"You know better than me how important a doctor's hands are." He Lianzhou pressed his forehead against hers, his hot breath spraying on her face, "You want me to watch you destroy yourself?"

"Or do you want me to destroy you myself?"

Every time he asked, he would hold her neck tightly. She frowned, her breath colliding with his. They stared at each other for a long while, and she answered in an inaudible voice: "No..."

He Lianzhou looked at Zhu Xia, his dark eyes tinged with tenderness. He lowered his hands and moved the seat slightly upwards to a perfect angle.

He stretched out his arms, grabbed her by the waist, and held her against his body.

He always killed her by surprise, and she whispered: Don't.

He Lianzhou held Zhu Xia's face with his hands and kissed her soft lips with his thin lips.

A very light, very light kiss.

"Will there be a stress reaction?" he asked in a low voice.

Zhu Xia closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and complained in her heart:

Why does this man always do this kind of thing in the car?

A light laugh suddenly sounded in her ears, and then she heard his voice smiling and saying, "You like me to kiss you."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xia was about to get off his lap, but the man grabbed her calf. His hand was very hot, and she didn't have time to react before he put her on the other side.

The straddle position is dangerous.

Before Zhu Xia sensed the danger, He Lianzhou tilted his neck to kiss her, and her earlobe, which had just returned to its original shape, instantly turned red.

Zhu Xia's hands climbed onto his shoulders, her upper body leaning towards him, her sleeves sliding down to her forearms, the man in front of her bringing a scorching heat.

He Lianzhou gently stroked her cheek, and as the kiss deepened, his hands moved along her neck, collarbone, chest, waist...all the way.

Zhu Xia was kissed so hard that she suddenly trembled. She reached out to hold his hand. Her black and white eyes were blurred and she shook her head gently.

He Lianzhou had no choice but to keep stroking her waist and her bare white legs.

When he took a breath, his lips touched hers and he asked in a low voice, "Are your legs cold?"

The lingering kiss made Zhu Xia unable to think for a moment. She responded to her instinctive feeling and said "hot".

Hearing this, He Lianzhou laughed softly. He asked in a gentle and persuasive manner, where was it hot?

Zhu Xia glared at him.

This look was full of anger and shame.

After being on the call at the hospital, he stayed with He Lianzhou for so long.

Zhu Xia felt weak and sleepy. She clenched the back of his collar with her five fingers, rested her chin on his shoulder unconsciously, and murmured softly, "I want to sleep."

"Go to sleep."

He Lianzhou pulled down her skirt and held her in his arms, not moving. After a long time, he calmed down the restlessness in his body, and then he adjusted himself so that she could lie in his arms and sleep in the most comfortable position.

She was probably unconscious again.

Maybe sober.

But not as clear as usual.

Zhu Xia slept very comfortably. In her dream, there were sounds of waves, vinyl records, swaying candlelight, warm air... The clean and comfortable environment made her feel relaxed.

So when she woke up and looked into the pitch-dark room, she was even more confused.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Xia turned on the bedside lamp and pressed the curtain remote control. She walked to the French window and opened it halfway. The cool breeze blew in and hit her cheek, waking her up.

Zhu Xia walked to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked into the distance.

There are dim lights all around, and in the distance there are sparks of fishing stars on the sea. The sound of waves can be heard faintly, which is very comfortable and relaxing.

The wind blew her hair, and a few strands stuck to her neck. Zhu Xia raised her hand to brush them away. The moment her fingertips touched her neck, she remembered He Lianzhou holding her neck in the car... His hands were big and warm, almost completely covering her neck.

Zhu Xia rested his elbows on the railing, his chin on his palm, and looked into the distance with a distracted look.

It's been a mess lately.

She stood on the balcony for a while, then heard footsteps and turned her head back.

Slender, cold white fingers lifted the white gauze curtain, and then He Lianzhou appeared in the field of vision.

He was wearing a loose bathrobe, and his short black hair had been wiped, with tufts of wet hair. The bathrobe was slightly loose, revealing his Adam's apple and collarbone, and his whole body exuded an alluring sexiness.