Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Don't move." Zhou Qi knelt on one knee to check the wound, his hair falling down in front of his forehead covering his expression. The girl's instinctive retraction made his Adam's apple roll, and he added in a soft voice: "I won't touch you."

After confirming that it was just a superficial scratch, he turned to look at the person standing there in a daze: "Where's the first aid kit?"

Seeing that the other party was still in a daze, he suddenly raised his bloody palm and said, "Don't you see that the wounded need to be bandaged?"

Lin Xindie glanced at the hideous wound and silently pulled the tulle skirt over the back of the chair.

The moonlight filtered through the lace and cast tiny shadows on her collarbone, like countless butterflies flapping their wings, ready to fly.

In the misty water in the bathroom, Zhou Qi's bony fingers suddenly clasped Lin Xindie's wrist.

His voice, wrapped in mist, echoed between the tiled walls: "Take it off."

Lin Xindie's eyelashes trembled like the wings of a frightened butterfly, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the bath towel.

She looked at the undercurrent surging in the other's eyes, and the silk dress she took off turned into an inky stream on the wet ground.

When the metal buckle of the medical box popped open, Zhou Qi noticed that she was trembling slightly as she took out the gauze.

He grabbed the man's outstretched wrist with his backhand, and the unhealed knife wound at the base of his palm oozed scarlet blood: "Do you know what the price for this is?"

"Do not touch me."

Lin Xindie's nails dug into her palms, and her carotid artery beat rapidly under her porcelain-white skin: "You can do whatever you want with the rest."

Dark red blood drops dripped onto the linen sheets, staining them into two strange flowers.

Zhou Qi stared at the woman who was treating her abdominal wound. The medical tape formed a crooked cross around her waist - it was obviously not the first time she had faced such a trauma.

Cigarette shreds fell on the glass coffee table, and the unique bitterness of tobacco mixed with the smell of blood fermented in the air.

Zhou Qi's fingertips rolled over the purple bruises on the side of her waist. When he applied the tobacco to the torn flesh, he felt the muscles under his palm instantly tighten like a string.

The blood stains on the edge of the black lace were spreading quietly, and blood was oozing out of Lin Xindie's bitten lower lip.

Zhou Qi pressed the wound with gauze and caught a glimpse of her wet temples reflected in the dressing mirror. A few strands of hair stuck to her neck like butterfly wings wet by a rainstorm.

Zhou Qi's gaze lingered on Lin Xindie's face for a moment.

The long wound had solidified into a dark red scab. He tore off a Band-Aid and gently covered the wound: "I'll disinfect it carefully when we get out."

The woman lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, then suddenly turned and walked towards the metal box in the corner.

When she turned back, she was holding a thumb-sized glass bottle in her hand.

Zhou Qi subconsciously took a half step back, only to see her accurately smearing the light golden liquid on the edge of his trouser chain, the collar of his shirt, and the inside of his cufflinks.

"This is..." Zhou Qi held her wrist, her pulse under the leather gloves was unusually steady.

“Specially blended ylang-ylang essential oil.”

Lin Xindie broke free of the shackles and continued to move until a faint cold fragrance lingered around him: "It's mixed with Cnidium monnieri and Datura extract. It will cause dependence after contact with the skin for three hours."

Cold sweat broke out on the back of Zhou Qi's neck.

The Bai Group actually used this method to control the guests. What shocked him even more was the abnormal behavior of the person in front of him: "Why did you remind me?"

The red-haired fingertips brushed across the snow-white sheets, and two dried blood beads glowed faintly under the light.

"You avoided an artery when you pulled the knife away."

Lin Xindie rolled the dagger on the carpet with the tip of her shoe: "Showing mercy to the prey is a big taboo for hunters."

The man swallowed his argument with his Adam's apple rolling. Perhaps from the moment he chose to put the back of the knife against the other's neck in the confusion of lust, some of his disguise had already cracked.

Is the dangerous sweet scent floating in the air at this moment a warning signal or a new deadly trap?

In the enclosed space filled with water vapor, Lin Wan leaned his back against the cold tiles, holding the carved glass bottle in his fingertips.

She suddenly poured the amber liquid into her palm, and under Zhou Qi's astonished gaze, she pressed her palm tightly under her collarbone.

The fair skin suddenly glowed with a strange pearly luster, and fine beads of sweat flowed down the neck.

"This is symbiotic attraction."

Her voice was filled with a suppressed tremor: "It penetrates through the sebaceous glands and establishes synaptic connections."

Her long eyelashes were trembling with water droplets: "Twelve hours later, you will involuntarily look for my scent, just like..."

She suddenly bit her lower lip, and spider-web-like pale gold lines appeared on the side of her neck: "It's like the reverse process of withdrawal reaction."

Symbolic use of props: Zhou Qi noticed that the silver chain on her wrist suddenly tightened, and a projection of digital code emerged on the dark pattern surface.

The cold water from the shower formed a rain curtain between the two of them, but it could not extinguish the scent of bitter almonds in the air.

He suddenly understood the "graduation gift" of those training institutions - each student had a similar micro-drug sustained-release device embedded in their collarbone.

Lin Wan scooped up cold water and splashed it on her face. The sound of water dripping down her hair onto the tiles overlapped with the sound of that rainy night eight years ago.

She will always remember the similar burning smell in the air when the human traffickers used a laser pen to burn the identification code on her sister's ankle.

And now, on the holographic screen in the basement of Baigongguan, the iris pattern on her sister's school uniform is being updated in real time.

"Every full-moon night, they calibrate the control threshold."

She pointed to the chip under her neck: "But today..."

Suddenly, he grabbed Zhou Qi's hand and pressed it on his heart. He felt an unusually violent pulsation under his palm: "Two-way penetration has begun. Now our dopamine receptors are forming a mirror connection."

"My sister Xiaoyan will be drawn into the same vortex..."

"This is all the chips I have..."

Zhou Qi's eyes fell on the bloodstain on her waist: "Using your own sister as a hostage, aren't you afraid of backlash?"

"The Bai family will at most punish me with solitary confinement, but the one who will really suffer... is you."

Lin Xindie clenched the short blade in her sleeve: "The threat just now was only to preserve our dignity. Now we can renegotiate - as long as you cooperate, the Bai family will never know what happened tonight."

"It's so crazy that it's admirable."

Zhou Qi suddenly ripped open her bloodstained collar and said, "What if I report it now?"

"You won't be stupid."

Lin Xindie held down the man's wrist, her breathing suddenly quickened: "The Bai family is weaving a net to trap you. Only by keeping you alive can we have a chance to turn the tables. Tearing off our relationship will only make the cage stronger."

"You should know the fate of traitors."

"If I lose power, Xiaoyan will become the new puppet."

She suddenly grabbed the other person's finger that was reaching for the wound: "Anyone who can block the knife for me must have a bottom line."

Silence spread in the room, and Zhou Qi stared at the woman's cheeks which were flushed due to the effect of the medicine.

When the electronic clock passed midnight, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and stroked the heart-and-butt birthmark with his fingertips.

"On the day when you break out of your cocoon, remember to take the little girl away with you."

Feeling the trembling body in his arms, Zhou Qi suddenly bit her shoulder, leaving teeth marks deeply embedded in her skin.

The closing bell of the securities building rang through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bai Qinghong lazily sat up, and the two masseurs tactfully stepped back.

The flashing green numbers on the TV screen were reflected in his pupils, and he turned to the figure huddled in the corner.