Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

The man turned around unexpectedly, and Zhu Xia had no time to stop smiling, so her eyes met his directly.

She felt a little uncomfortable, but didn't look away.

He Lianzhou hung up the phone, walked towards her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

The man was getting closer, and Zhu Xia subconsciously shrank to the corner of the sofa, swallowed his saliva and said, "Watch the moon."

He Lianzhou put his phone on the table next to him, leaned one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on the armrest. His tall body completely enveloped Zhu Xia, staring deeply at her, and said in a low voice: "Are you looking at me?"

"No." Zhu Xia lowered his head and denied, "Stay away from me."

"You're laughing so happily. Don't you feel uncomfortable staying with me?" He Lianzhou pretended not to hear and continued asking.

Zhu Xia suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

One of the reasons she broke up with him was that she felt uncomfortable every minute she spent with him.

"you……"

Zhu Xia explored his expression. The man was standing against the light, with tough and handsome features. His bottomless eyes were like black holes. One look at him was enough to suck her in and devour her.

Most people are visual animals. Zhu Xia's eyes wandered over his face for a moment before she said softly, "Why are you so petty?"

"I have always been like this when it comes to your affairs," said He Lianzhou.

Zhu Xia paused for two seconds and murmured, "I really don't understand you."

She lowered her eyelashes and frowned slightly. The one who had just called to urge him to get married should be his grandfather...their relationship cannot be delayed for too long.

He Lianzhou reached out and grabbed Zhu Xia's arm, pulling her to his legs and holding her there.

Zhu Xia exclaimed, and in the blink of an eye she was sitting on him, her thoughts temporarily interrupted. Her pupils were filled with a thin mist, and she looked at him in confusion.

She sat on his lap, her eyes were a little higher than his. He Lianzhou looked up at Zhu Xia, pinched her curvy waist with his five fingers and asked:

"What are you thinking about?"

"Do you still remember the reasons I gave for breaking up when I broke up with you on the phone and you came to Beijing to find me?" Zhu Xia said.

Hearing this, He Lianzhou frowned.

"I'm not lying to you. I will never marry you. I thought about it today. Do you think I said this because I'm a non-marriage advocate?"

He Lianzhou's eyes became increasingly cold, but Zhu Xia looked at him indifferently and continued speaking in an orderly manner.

"My words may have been ambiguous at that time, but now I want to reiterate to you. I will get married, but the person I will marry will definitely not be you."

Zhu Xia noticed that the air pressure around her had dropped by three points, and the arm around her waist held her tightly to prevent her from escaping.

"You're right. The fact that I asked you not to make our relationship public means that I never planned to have a future with you."

"So what?" He Lianzhou said indifferently.

Zhu Xia's dark eyes captured him, and she suppressed her violently beating heart, and said with a serious look she had never had before: "He Lianzhou, there are many excellent and beautiful girls in the world. Whether it's a business marriage or a political marriage with a well-matched family background, or a girl you like, with an average family background... Find a girl you like and she likes you too, and consider getting married."

He Lianzhou's deep and incomprehensible gaze lingered on Zhu Xia. Even though he had expected her to say such words, when he heard them with his own ears, every word was still like a sharp nail piercing his heart.

He was trying to restrain himself, but the cold and gloomy aura emanating from him seemed to freeze the air around him.

Zhu Xia looked at He Lianzhou, whose emotions were unclear, and said nothing.

This was the softest thing she could say.

The room was completely silent. Zhu Xia felt a layer of cold sweat on his back and maybe on his palms, but that didn't matter.

He Lianzhou stared at her with a burning gaze, his voice cold and penetrating: "There is no such person."

There is no such person? Zhu Xia was stunned.

He likes her and she likes him, right?

Zhu Xia said: "There are so many people in the world who must have it, don't jump to conclusions too early."

He Lianzhou pinched her waist with one hand and put his other hand around the back of her neck. With a soft "dong", their foreheads touched each other and he spoke coldly:

"Zhu Xia, I've told you before that only my girlfriend can make demands on me. If you ask me to stay away from you again next time, I'll assume that you're my girlfriend."

"..."

What kind of logic is this?

How can you unilaterally agree to be your girlfriend?

Zhu Xia opened her mouth to let out a breath, but before she could exhale, He Lianzhou's hand holding the back of her neck first nimbly took off the hairpin that held her hair up. Without the restraint, her long black hair instantly poured down like a waterfall.

"Eh?"

Zhu Xia tilted her head to take back the hairpin, but his broad palm grabbed the back of her head first.

The next second, slightly cool thin lips blocked her mouth.

The man's originally hot palm now felt cold when it touched her skin, and Zhu Xia was startled.

Noticing that she was distracted, He Lianzhou bit her tender lips. Zhu Xia hissed and he took the opportunity to push in and kiss her hard.

"Ugh...let me go!"

Zhu Xia pushed He Lianzhou's shoulders with both hands, but failed to push him away, so he punched him.

He was unmoved.

The hand on her waist moved across the silk material of her cheongsam, and soon he had completely measured her curves.

The big hand on the heart suddenly exerted force, and the moment it closed, Zhu Xia trembled all over. She hugged his neck and said incoherently: "Gently...gently..."

He Lianzhou hooked her lips and said in a low voice, "Don't act like a spoiled child."

Zhu Xia wanted to refute, but he didn't have the chance to speak.

A long time passed. In the huge space, there was only the sound of their intertwined breathing.

Zhu Xia became weak from the kiss, and the five fingers that were grabbing He Lianzhou's collar loosened, and she collapsed on his shoulder.

The man's slender fingers pinched her delicate heart, and the numbness spread to the sensitive nerve endings, forming an airtight net that tightly wrapped around her.

The watery night poured into the room through the French windows, leaving the ground stained with the sheen of broken silver, like an intermittent stream of ambiguous humming.

After a long time, He Lianzhou slowly let go of Zhu Xia's lips, and his fingers slid back to her waist. Zhu Xia buried her head in his neck shamefully.

"You've gone too far." She whispered.

"I know."

"...Did you wrinkle my clothes?"

"No. It's intact." He Lianzhou said.

Zhu Xia didn't believe him and looked down. The soft and thick silk material from the abdomen upwards did not look unusual.

Her heart gradually came back to reality. She slowly raised her head and her eyes stopped on He Lianzhou's neat collar.

After looking at him thoughtfully for a while, Zhu Xia raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, one, two... until his muscular chest and abdomen were exposed.

He Lianzhou's eyebrows were calm as he stared at the girl without blinking. He knew the meaning behind her behavior.

——"You touched me, and I want to touch you."