Rebirth of Bloody Romance

The rain was pouring down, and the sky and earth seemed to be covered by a thick curtain of water, and everything in sight was hazy. In this chaos, a figure staggered into the house, bringing a gust of cool wind and moisture. It was Zhong Yuemin.

As soon as Zhong Yuemin entered the door, a smile broke out on his face, and he shouted to Song Xiangjun who was standing at the door, "Oh, it's raining so hard and so hard today. I couldn't avoid the rain even if I ran fast or jogged. It seems like God is deliberately playing a trick on me!"

Zhong Yuemin was already soaked from head to toe, with rain dripping down his hair. His clothes stuck tightly to his skin, outlining his thin yet powerful figure.

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun couldn't help but take a few more glances and thought to herself, this bad guy has a great body.

Then he stood up, quickly pulled out a clean towel from the cabinet beside him, and handed it to Zhong Yuemin. "Wipe it off, or you will catch a cold, and I won't be responsible for taking care of you then."

Zhong Yuemin took the towel and wiped it roughly on his head and face, splashing water everywhere, with a bit of childish casualness.

"Where's your umbrella?" Zhong Yuemin looked around, as if eager to find a way to shelter from the rain. "I'd better go back quickly while there's no water on the road. Although it's raining heavily, the corner at the entrance of the alley is blocked as soon as it rains. It's inconvenient for people and vehicles to pass through. If it's too late, I'm afraid we'll be trapped here."

Hearing this, Song Xiangjun smiled helplessly. "There is no more umbrellas. I left the last one at school. It seems that God wants you to stay a little longer."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand indifferently, with a cynical smile on his face. "That's fine, I'll just go back like this, I'm all wet anyway. Besides, it's probably useless to hold an umbrella in such heavy rain."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuemin was about to rush into the raging wind and rain again.

Seeing this, Song Xiangjun was anxious. How could she let him go like this? She suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhong Yuemin's arm, with a bit of anxiety and determination in her tone. "No, you can't go back like this!"

However, Song Xiangjun's strength was ultimately no match for Zhong Yuemin's inertia as he was about to rush out the door. She swayed and fell out the door.

Zhong Yuemin was quick-witted and rushed forward, hugged Song Xiangjun around the waist, and held her firmly in his arms. This sudden change caught both of them off guard. For a moment, the rain, laughter, and heartbeats intertwined, as if the whole world had stopped.

When Zhong Yuemin carried Song Xiangjun back to the house, his face suddenly became serious and he started to scold her. "Are you stupid? Don't you know the condition of your body now? What if you catch a cold? You are so grown up, but you still can't take care of yourself!"

Song Xiangjun was a little confused by the scolding, but a warm feeling surged in her heart. She knew that the angrier Zhong Yuemin was, the more he cared about her.

Song Xiangjun lowered her head, her voice carrying a hint of shyness and sweetness. "I, I'm worried about you."

Zhong Yuemin sighed, looking at Song Xiangjun's weak yet strong appearance, an indescribable tenderness welled up in his heart.

Zhong Yuemin gently placed Song Xiangjun on the chair, then found a dry towel and carefully wiped the rain off her hair and face.

"You woman, you are always so worrying." Zhong Yuemin complained, but his hands were very gentle. His eyes were full of pampering and helplessness, as if he was facing a child who would never grow up.

Song Xiangjun sat quietly, letting Zhong Yuemin wipe her. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with happiness. "Yuemin, it's great to have you here."

At the gentle moment when Zhong Yuemin was wiping Song Xiangjun's hair, a subtle tension suddenly filled the air.

Song Xiangjun's eyes flashed with unprecedented determination and tenderness. She gently stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to offer a warm kiss.

Song Xiangjun's lips still carried the freshness of rain, and they were pressed tightly against Zhong Yuemin's, as if she wanted to put all her thoughts and emotions into this kiss.

Song Xiangjun's body was still cool from the rain, and water droplets quietly slid between the two of them, as if it was the purest witness of nature.

At this moment, without words, they could feel the deep affection from each other's breath. This was a silent code, a connection that only they could understand.

Just as the warmth and sweetness slowly permeated the air, suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, chilling the earth and sky, followed by a loud bang, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. Both of them were so frightened that they hugged each other involuntarily.

The lightning seemed to strike the door frame, and the thunder seemed to explode next to my ears, making the whole house tremble.

The wind took advantage of the situation and blew into the house, bringing with it the coldness of the rain, causing Song Xiangjun to shiver.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin quickly hugged her tighter and said softly, "You will catch a cold if you keep doing this. Go change your clothes quickly."

Song Xiangjun looked up at Zhong Yuemin, a smile flashing in her eyes. She knew that although this man looked unruly, his heart was more delicate and warm than anyone else.

Song Xiangjun nodded. "Okay, then do you want to change it too?"

"I do not need."

"Ouch!" Song Xiangjun suddenly let out a cry of pain, breaking the silence in the room.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Yuemin immediately became nervous when he heard the voice, and his eyes quickly locked on Song Xiangjun.

"Yuemin, help me quickly, my ankle hurts so much." Song Xiangjun's voice was filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Zhong Yuemin heard this and without saying anything, he quickly held Song Xiangjun's arm and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you sprain your ankle?"

"Ouch, no, my foot seems to be sprained and I can't use any strength." Song Xiangjun cried out in pain several times in a row, her brows furrowed, obviously in great pain.

Zhong Yuemin squatted down and looked up. When he looked up, he saw Song Xiangjun's tight, tense and bulging breasts. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Although it was covered by the loose hem of the shirt, it was still faintly visible.

Song Xiangjun noticed Zhong Yuemin's look, rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily, "Zhong Yuemin, what time is it? You still have the heart to watch. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen it before, so hurry up and carry me to the bed."

"Oh!" Zhong Yuemin came back to his senses and realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly gathered his thoughts and picked up Song Xiangjun. Song Xiangjun was very light, as if she had no bones, soft and delicate. He held her carefully, fearing that he would hurt her.

Zhong Yuemin put Song Xiangjun on the bed and found a pillow to put behind her so that she could lean against the wall more comfortably.

Song Xiangjun said to Zhong Yuemin shyly, "Yuemin, please help me change my pants. I can't change them by myself." There was a hint of helplessness and request in her voice.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin walked over and carefully helped pull down the pants. At that moment, his hand accidentally touched Song Xiangjun's delicate skin, and he couldn't help but touch it for a while longer.

Song Xiangjun's face suddenly turned red, and she scolded, "Zhong Yuemin, you bad guy, close the window first, it's a bit cold." There was a hint of shyness in her voice.

At this time, dark clouds covered the sky, and the wind and rain continued. The rain had drifted into the house diagonally, bringing with it a chill. Zhong Yuemin quickly closed the window and quickly dressed Song Xiangjun, fearing that she would catch a cold.

Then, Zhong Yuemin placed Song Xiangjun's sprained foot on his leg and said gently, "I'll rub it for you to see if it can relieve the pain."

However, before Song Xiangjun agreed, Zhong Yuemin started to work. But his position seemed wrong, which made Song Xiangjun feel a little emotional.

"Zhong Yuemin, you hooligan! Is that a foot?" Song Xiangjun scolded, with a shy and helpless expression on her face, but a hint of smile in her eyes.

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin smiled mischievously, and quickly adjusted his position and began to massage Song Xiangjun seriously. His technique was both gentle and powerful, making Song Xiangjun feel comfortable.

In order to divert Song Xiangjun's attention, Zhong Yuemin teased, "Xiangjun, you really smell good! Even your feet smell good."

Hearing this, Song Xiangjun burst out laughing and said, "Go away! You just know how to make me happy." Her voice was full of sweetness and happiness.

"You don't believe it? If you don't believe me, smell it yourself." Zhong Yuemin said seriously, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

"Hehe...I won't..." Song Xiangjun refused with a smile, but she felt warm in her heart.

At this moment, Zhong Yuemin took advantage of Song Xiangjun's distraction and exerted force with his hands. Song Xiangjun screamed in pain. "Ah... Zhong Yuemin, you bad guy bullied me, wait and see how I deal with you."

Before he finished speaking, the two of them started chasing each other in the room. Their laughter and playfulness mixed together, filling the entire room, as if even the violent storm outside was infected by this joy.

After a while, Song Xiangjun came to her senses. Her foot didn't seem to hurt anymore. "Zhong Yuemin, you're amazing! You cured my foot."

Zhong Yuemin said arrogantly, "This is child's play. I have something more powerful. It's not like you haven't experienced it before."

"Bah! You rascal!"

Song Xiangjun noticed that Zhong Yuemin was still naked and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Yuemin, aren't you cold? How about I find you something to wear?" Her eyes were full of worry and tenderness.

Zhong Yuemin smiled. "My heart feels warm when I see you."

Song Xiangjun gently scratched his nose again and said with a smile, "You're so talkative." Her actions were full of pampering and helplessness. The atmosphere between them was warm and sweet.

To be honest, Song Xiangjun did have a strange fragrance, which made Zhong Yuemin couldn't help but take a few more glances. Her nose, ears, and eyes were all just right, as if she was a natural beauty.

The two chatted for a while, enjoying this rare tranquility and intimacy.

However, when Zhong Yuemin saw the alarm clock pointed to 6 o'clock, he frowned and looked at the sky outside. "This rain will definitely not stop. No matter what, we have to go back."

Song Xiangjun also looked outside. The rain was still pouring down. "It's still raining heavily. How can we go?"

"It's okay." Zhong Yuemin said, preparing to rush out.

However, Song Xiangjun stopped him. She took out the plastic bag from a woven bag, tested it on Zhong Yuemin, cut two holes in it, and put it on him, so that his arms could just come out.

"Okay, that's it." Song Xiangjun covered Zhong Yuemin's head with another plastic bag to ensure that he would not get caught in too much rain.

Zhong Yuemin looked himself up and down, not wanting to go out like this, but seeing Song Xiangjun's determined eyes, he could only smile helplessly. "No need to do this, right?"

"Otherwise I won't let you leave." Song Xiangjun's tone was a bit coquettish and firm.

In the end, Zhong Yuemin had no choice but to rush into the rain.

The continuous rain finally stopped on the third day, and the clear sky gradually appeared. The sun shone through the clouds and sprinkled all over the earth, bringing a long-lost warmth to people.

Zhong Yuemin lazily hid on the doorstep, enjoying this rare moment of basking in the sun, as if he wanted to dry out all the moisture that had accumulated over the past few days.

Xiao Haichen, the lively and cute child, shouted at the top of his voice, "Dad, grandma asked you to answer the phone!" The little guy's voice was clear and pleasant, penetrating the entire yard.

When Zhong Yuemin heard the call, he thought it was Zhou Xiaobai, and he was suddenly filled with longing. He ran over, picked up the phone, and shouted impatiently, "Hello! Xiaobai, is that you?"

He has only received one phone call from his wife since she went to work in Henan, and he has been very worried.

However, the voice coming from the other end of the line was not Zhou Xiaobai's, but the familiar and somewhat ruffian tone of Yu Guoqing, the idiot. "Yuemin, it's me, not your Zhou Xiaobai."

Zhong Yuemin was immediately deflated when he heard this, but he quickly adjusted his mood. The signal on the phone was much better now, so he didn't need to shout loudly anymore. Instead, he asked weakly, "Ermaozi, what's the matter?"

Ermaozi said happily, "Aren't you on holiday? I was thinking, why don't you come to Dongguan? I've bought the land here and have started construction."

"How much land did you buy?" Zhong Yuemin asked indifferently, seemingly not very interested in the question.

"Four million square feet, right in Shekou, I spent a lot of effort to buy it." Ermaozi said proudly, obviously very proud of his achievement. You know, the area of ​​the entire Shekou Special Economic Zone is only a small one, and his four million square feet of land is not a small deal.

However, Zhong Yuemin was not interested in this unit, and he was too lazy to convert it into acres, which he was more familiar with. Hong Kong Island always likes to use the term "1,000-foot mansion" to describe the size of a house, which actually sounds quite scary, but in fact it is only a house of 180 square meters, just a suite in a high-end fashionable apartment building.

"What do you mean by square feet? How many acres in total?" Zhong Yuemin asked directly, wanting to get a more intuitive concept.

"It's about 660 acres. I'll send you the drawings some other day." Ermaozi said excitedly, seeming very proud of his achievement.

"Seriously, are you coming or not?" Ermaozi asked again, his tone full of anticipation.

"No." Zhong Yuemin answered straightforwardly. He was more concerned about Zhou Xiaobai and Song Xiangjun. Everything else was trivial.

Ermaozi still didn't give up. "Yuemin, you have nothing to do at home. Why don't you come over here for a walk?"

"I'm busy. Do you have anything else to say? If not, hang up now." Without waiting for Ermaozi to reply, Zhong Yuemin hung up the phone.

Are you kidding? Why would you do that? Different trades are like different mountains. Drawing mechanical drawings and bragging is fine, but architectural drawings? Forget it!