Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

As night falls, street lights on both sides of the road light up, illuminating the deep alleys.

The beam of light that was originally shining on him also fell on her as he held her in his arms.

Zhu Xia put her face on the man's chest, smelling the familiar cold breath, and said hesitantly:

"He Lianzhou?"

He Lianzhou retracted his long arms and hugged her tighter. His hug was very strong for a moment, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones.

Zhu Xia blinked in confusion.

The organs in the man's chest were beating so strongly and fiercely that her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.

After that phone call, the two never contacted each other again.

Zhu Xia couldn't explain how she felt after losing contact with him, but she clearly knew that among her complicated emotions, there must be relief and joy.

...Finally it's back to normal.

He is the unattainable head of the He family in Hong Kong, and she is the childhood sweetheart of the Song family in Beijing who is repaying a favor.

Two parallel lines, no longer intersecting.

He appeared unexpectedly, leaving her at a loss as to how to respond.

Zhu Xia didn't move at all, allowing He Lianzhou to hold her in his arms.

After a while, she came to her senses and said, "Let me go quickly. Hugging is prohibited in public places."

He Lianzhou didn't let go, but put his arm around her waist, holding her tightly in his arms, and said seriously: "You don't wish me a happy Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Chief Meng certainly could not have imagined that the man who had just been talking to him calmly and steadily was now hugging a little girl in the alley and asking her to wish him a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Didn't you wish me either?" Zhu Xia said unhappily.

"I'll apologize to you." He Lianzhou said.

Zhu Xia was stunned.

While she was stunned, He Lianzhou let go of her, slid his palm down across her wrist to hold her hand tightly, and without saying anything, he led her towards the intersection.

Zhu Xia was wearing a dark green satin cheongsam. As she walked, the hem of her dress swayed slightly, a faint fragrance floated in the air, and the dim light cast a winding shadow, like the charming rhythm of fading ink on a painting canvas.

The temperature dropped in the evening, and the slightly cool autumn breeze brushed across the exposed skin at the hem of the skirt and below the knees.

In the dim night, the Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped by the roadside. Uncle Cai, who was standing in front of the car, saw them and opened the back door. When they came up to him, he bowed his head slightly and said, "Master, Doctor Zhu."

"Uncle Cai." Zhu Xia nodded politely.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Uncle Cai said with a smile.

"Mid-Autumn Festival..." Before Zhu Xia could finish her words, He Lianzhou had already stuffed her into the car.

She turned around and glared at him. However, the man closed the car door quickly, and she could only stare at the closed door.

He Lianzhou walked around the rear of the car to the other side, got in slowly, and tapped the fender with his fingers. Uncle Cai in the driver's seat met him and started the engine.

Zhu Xia stared at him without blinking. The man lowered his eyelashes and unbuttoned his cuffs lightly, then rolled up his sleeves calmly, revealing a cold, bony wrist.

She hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but saw He Lianzhou covering his mouth with his fist and coughing continuously.

"..."

Zhu Xia turned his head and looked out the car window, and saw a full moon slowly rising in the dark blue sky.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival moon is full on the 17th...

The cough sounded again, but this time it was a deliberately low and subtle cough.

Zhu Xia looked back at He Lianzhou and met his eyes in the dim light that came into the carriage. The dim environment always added a bit of charm for no reason.

Zhu Xia shifted his gaze away unnaturally and stared at the car window on his side.

"Happy summer."

"What are you doing?"

He Lianzhou stretched out his hand to hold her thin wrist and pulled it gently. The two of them were close to each other, and Zhu Xia's legs were close to his. The subtle touch from the side of her legs, separated by the thin clothes, made her unable to ignore it.

Zhu Xia felt like she was stung and shook off his hand in an attempt to avoid it.

"Hiss." He Lianzhou pretended to twitch, as if his hand hit the back of the chair and it was painful.

Zhu Xia subconsciously stopped moving.

She tried to hold back, but couldn't help asking softly, "Did I hurt you?"

He Lianzhou's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Zhu Xia thoughtfully for two seconds, then responded very naturally, "Yeah."

His expression remained calm and his voice was cool and peaceful.

"You hurt me."

As he spoke, he pulled the person closer again. Zhu Xia lowered her head to check his hand. She didn't know if it was because of the insufficient light or if there was nothing wrong with it. She checked it several times but didn't find any redness or swelling.

He Lianzhou lowered his eyebrows slightly and looked at her intently.

"Does it hurt..." Zhu Xia held his hand and raised her head. The distance between them was suddenly shortened, and their noses rubbed against each other.

They were so close, their breaths intertwined. Zhu Xia couldn't help but hold her breath. She rolled her dark eyes, trying to distance herself, but He Lianzhou's big hand held her waist, and she couldn't retreat.

The man's deep eyes stared at her, making her see only him.

Zhu Xia fixed her gaze on He Lianzhou's face. The sky was getting darker, and the atmosphere was hazy, making his facial features more vivid.

The clear-cut boundaries ferment in the air, becoming blurred little by little, and gradually forming a kind of ambiguous and vague gray area.

The invisible things are crossing boundaries, deteriorating, and uncontrollably out of control.

Many years ago, Zhu Xia went to London to relax and met He Lianzhou.

He was her medicine.

This medicine is a good medicine at first, but it becomes a poison after you become addicted.

He made her realize firsthand that all medicines are poisonous.

The man's impeccable bone structure was right in front of him. A ray of neon light shone into the car, reflecting on his superior brow bone.

At the moment of light, Zhu Xia saw her silhouette in He Lianzhou's eyes.

It was like being captured by an unknown force and pulled by an irresistible force.

Zhu Xia raised her hand and gently stroked the corners of his eyes with her fingertips.

This stroke felt like a flame burning the skin.

Because of the sudden slight movement, both of them stopped breathing for a moment.

Obviously, he didn't expect her to do this.

Zhu Xia's gaze slowly moved to her fingers, and it seemed as if an electric current was flowing into her fingertips, making them feel numb and tingling.

He Lianzhou looked at Zhu Xia with a dark and aggressive look in his eyes, and attacked her brutally.

Zhu Xia suddenly reached out to cover his eyes, and along with it, she also let go of her guard. Fatigue climbed up her spine, sweeping over her whole body. Zhu Xia closed her eyes and slightly opened her lips.

"He Lianzhou, hug me."

Her voice was very, very soft.

But he still heard every sound clearly.

Almost at the moment she finished speaking, He Lianzhou hugged Zhu Xia, and she leaned forward, leaning against him and fitting tightly against him.

The man's chest was full of security, and the five fingers covering the lower back were strong and firm. Zhu Xia raised his head and rested his chin on his shoulder.

He Lianzhou hugged Zhu Xia tightly. He tilted his head and bit her ear lightly with his thin lips. His slightly warm breath flowed down her neck.

"This is the first time I see you wearing a cheongsam."

Zhu Xia shrank her neck, buried her face in his neck and shoulders, and asked in a muffled voice: "Do you want to take it off?"