Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

It was nearly half past ten, and the streets were quiet. A drizzle of rain was falling in the air, and the glow of the neon lights was dim and moving.

On the way to Yangriju, the Rolls-Royce drove slowly, with only a little light occasionally shining in.

The surroundings were so quiet as if covered by a thick layer of sound insulation. Zhu Xia had never felt the night was so quiet.

The car stopped, and the lights in every household in the building looked like dazzling stars in the vast universe.

Zhu Xia slowly unbuckled his seat belt.

He Lianzhou got out of the car, walked around the front of the car to the other side and opened the door for her.

Zhu Xia did not get out of the car immediately, but looked at He Lianzhou from inside the car. The man was in good shape, standing quietly beside the car. She looked at his face, and her heart seemed to recover.

Seeing that she seemed to be out of her body, He Lianzhou reached out, held her hand and pulled her out of the car.

Zhu Xia was standing on solid ground, still wearing his coat and holding his cell phone in his hand.

He Lianzhou did not let go, but instead held it tighter.

"I'll take you up."

Zhu Xia didn't refuse for some unknown reason, or maybe her mind was a little confused and she couldn't concentrate on thinking.

The elevator pressed the 16th floor, and the clear glass mirror of the car reflected the backs of the two people, as well as his hand holding hers.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived.

Zhu Xia walked out of the elevator and He Lianzhou followed her pace.

Zhu Xia entered the door lock code, and He Lianzhou helped her open the door behind her.

She handed his suit jacket and cell phone back to him, who took them.

"Have a good rest," he said.

"OK, good night."

Zhu Xia stepped into the house and closed the door.

He Lianzhou pulled the door handle tightly to make sure the door was closed.

Separated by a door, he didn't move, but unlocked his phone with his eyelashes closed and sent her a message, asking her to go to bed early.

Sent successfully.

He Lianzhou was about to turn around and leave when the door suddenly opened.

Zhu Xia stood inside the door, looked up and looked at him silently.

He looked at her too.

One second, two seconds...

There was a sound of "Bang!"

The door closed behind him.

Zhu Xia was pushed against the door by He Lianzhou. He leaned his head into the crook of her neck, his nose touching her fragile carotid artery.

The man's hot breath sprayed on her sensitive skin, evoking slight tremors and comfort.

Zhu Xia's hand moved slowly, from the wrist to He Lianzhou's palm, and her fingertips slowly rubbed it - the man's broad palm was covered with a raised, hideous scar.

She asked softly, "Does what you said yesterday still count today?"

The man's voice was low and rang in her ears: "Which sentence?"

There was no light in the room and it was pitch dark. The wall clock made a ticking sound. Zhu Xia's heart was shaken and his dark eyeballs moved along with the second hand.

She said something else: "I'm not responsible."

He seemed dissatisfied with the answer, and pressed something hard against the skin of his carotid artery, biting it with just the right amount of force.

Dangerous and exciting.

Zhu Xia's body was too familiar with him, and the tingling sensation grew infinitely, eroding her consciousness and occupying her senses.

At the same time, the man's big hand lifted the corner of her clothes, revealing most of her waistline.

Zhu Xia's waist pressed against his belt buckle, and the cold touch made her gasp... No, it should be half a breath, and the second half was swallowed by He Lianzhou.

He kissed her really hard, biting her soft lips, prying open her teeth, hooking her irresistibly, forcing her to entangle with him.

In the silent space, the sound of kissing was infinitely amplified, burning the corners of her eyes and making them red.

When Zhu Xia was panting and breathing in the fresh air, He Lianzhou put his forehead against hers and asked hoarsely, "Do you have anything I need?"

Zhu Xia was stunned when she saw the familiar lust in his deep eyes.

"Hmm?" The hand on her waist pinched her. Zhu Xia groaned and spoke with difficulty, "...Yes."

"Left behind by other men?"

She whispered softly: "No..."

Zhu Xia's legs were weak and she could only stand with the help of the door at her back and the man's long legs that had been pressed between her knees.

Suffocating, the rain and fog of Hong Kong Island poured down on her.

He Lianzhou knew Zhu Xia's changes too well. He stepped back from her red and hot lips that were kissed by him, held her legs and hips with his palms, and carried her into the bedroom.

Zhu Xia didn’t understand how he managed to bypass obstacles without turning on the lights, nor did she understand how he found her room so accurately... She only knew that the mirror on the dressing table was hurting her lower back, but she didn’t care about that.

He Lianzhou carried her onto the dressing table. The hem of her skirt arched up to her legs and piled up in his strong arms. She hugged his neck tightly.

The man's slender and powerful fingers were like ink sticks, slowly and methodically grinding out flowing ink, and she seemed to have turned into an inkstone.

Although the lights were off, Zhu Xia's eyes lit up for a moment. Her brain went blank.

He Lianzhou pinched her chin with his other hand and gave her a long and passionate kiss.

She calmed her breathing, and he stroked her cheek with his palm, his voice seductive and sexy: "Let's take a shower together?"

"You go first." Zhu Xia found a moment of clarity in the chaos and said with an unsteady breath, "I'll find you a bathrobe and towel."

He Lianzhou was pushed by her to take a shower.

Zhu Xia placed the unused bathrobe and towel at the bathroom door, said something to him, and turned to leave the master bedroom.

She went to the guest room, the room where Lin Jiayue stayed last night, and bent down to take out a few square boxes from the cabinet.

There were all kinds of styles and sizes. She remembered the size he used, took a box and walked out the door. A moment later, she went back and took away two boxes of different styles.

When He Lianzhou came out, he only saw a square box exuding a charming atmosphere on the bedside table, but Zhu Xia was not there.

Her bedroom was similar to what I remembered, neat, clean, and in warm colors. There were two books casually thrown on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window...probably she hadn't finished reading them.

Zhu Xia finished taking a shower in the guest room. She held a hair dryer and stared at herself in the mirror while blowing her hair. Her fingers ran through her smooth hair, drying it slowly and steadily. Then she returned to the master bedroom.

He Lianzhou heard footsteps and saw Zhu Xia gently close the door. He strode over and carried the person around the waist to the bed.

"Congratulations..."

Before she could call him or look at him, the man came up and blocked her lips. His long fingers were hard and powerful, teasing and exploring for the first time in a long time, stirring up the pool of spring water.

The lights went out again.

There was only an orange hollow lamp left at the bedside.

The sound of the plastic packaging being torn apart blew some kind of crazy horn.

In the dim shadows, Zhu Xia's distracted and emotional eyes met a pair of overly deep pupils.

The gaze that was once engraved on her retina was enough to start a prairie fire and burn her body.

haven't seen you for a long time.

The man's hard and hot body completely enveloped Zhu Xia. Her lips, which had been kissed, were as plump as ripe fruits, and their redness and swelling were eye-catching.

He Lianzhou rested his arms on her ears, his eyes filled with unconcealable desire.

"Zhu Xia." He raised his hand, rubbed her wet lips with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Will you come to me?"