Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Zhou Qi stared at the water droplets condensing on the edge of the cup, and the taste of smoke and rust intertwined in his throat.

The electronic clock showed 00:47, cold sweat was sliding down his spine into the waist, and Lin Xindie's jasmine-scented towel suddenly covered his trembling eyelids.

"do not move."

She knelt at the foot of the velvet bed, and her hair brushed against the man's shoulders, sending out tiny electric currents.

When the slender fingers inserted into his wet hair roots, Zhou Qi heard the sound of rusty gears turning in his bones.

The throbbing blood vessels in his temple were smoothed out by just the right amount of force. He subconsciously wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pressed his forehead against her surgical scar, where the minty coolness of the pain-relieving patch still lingered.

"Turn around."

Lin Xindie took away the glass that had already gone cold, and as the sound of silk rubbing against skin rubbed against her, she straddled the man's waist.

The warmth of the palms seeps into the fabric, and the massage from the coccyx to the shoulders and neck carries the rhythm of some ancient ritual.

Zhou Qi's taut back muscles gradually stretched into waves under the moonlight, but suddenly froze when he heard that name.

"The agarwood you mentioned..."

Her fingertips hovered over the man's protruding seventh vertebra: "Is it Lin Xi?"

Zhou Qi suddenly turned over, shattering the deliberately maintained tranquility in the room.

Between the wrinkles of the dark red bed sheets, two shadows are performing an eternal struggle in a pantomime.

Zhou Qi suddenly felt his back stiffen and his knuckles curled up unconsciously.

He turned over and grabbed Lin Xindie's wrist, and looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes in the moonlight: "Did you hear everything just now?"

"It's Chenxiang, and Bai Hongjun."

The girl's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and her voice was wrapped in the warmth of the quilt: "If you don't trust me..."

She suddenly grabbed Zhou Qi's hand and pressed it against her chest: "The package of cyanide is still in the third drawer of the study."

The moonlight from the bedside cut a silver line between the two of them.

Zhou Qi could clearly see beads of sweat on her collarbone sliding down the texture of her skin, like some kind of silent accusation.

"You could have pretended to be asleep." His throat tightened.

"But I don't want to be a time bomb next to your pillow."

Lin Xindie’s nails dug into her palms: “You screamed so desperately in your dream.

The way Chen Xiang fell from the building, the blood on Bai Hongjun's hands. These secrets are too heavy, can I help you share them?"

Without waiting for a response, she stepped barefoot onto the cool marble.

When Zhou Qi smelled the scent of almonds and rushed into the study, there were already light red lip prints on the edge of Gao Qingliang's cup.

"Spit it out!" He pried open Lin Xindie's clenched teeth with his bare hands, and the sour taste of whiskey mixed with gastric juice rushed to his fingertips.

The body under his palm suddenly twitched violently, and warm liquid splashed on his shirt that was rolled up to his elbows.

The moonlight reflected the vomit into tiny stars, and Zhou Qi suddenly discovered a newly scabbed bite mark on Lin Xindie's earlobe.

That was left over from when he lost control three days ago.

Zhou Qi continued to induce vomiting until Lin Xindie's stomach was empty.

He dragged the girl into the bathroom, pressed the metal water pipe against her teeth and forced water in. The cold liquid mixed with the blood foam in her throat flowed out from the corners of the girl's mouth.

After three forced lavages, he held up the pale face and asked, "Do your organs feel any burning sensation?"

Drops of water fell along the tangled ends of Lin Xindie's hair, spreading dark flowers on the tiled floor.

As she shook her head in a trance, her wet hair stuck to the sides of her neck, winding around like black thorns.

Zhou Qi glanced at his watch to check the time, then turned around and crushed the glass fragments scattered on the ground. As the crystal powder swirled and disappeared in the drain, his fingertips sank deeply into his palms.

The rough wiping action of the towel suddenly stopped, and the crisp slapping sound startled the night birds outside the window.

"listen."

Zhou Qi straightened her crooked jaw: "Since you have chosen to stand by my side, chew up those self-destructive thoughts and swallow them back. The war between me and the Bai family does not need martyrs, understand?"

When the girl suddenly fell into his arms trembling, Zhou Qi almost crushed the phone and prepared to call for emergency help.

It was not until he felt the wetness on his chest gradually soaking through his shirt that he realized that the intermittent sobs were not a reaction to poisoning, but the sound of some kind of ice breaking that had been there for years.

Her voice became hoarse from crying and then gradually calmed down, her body was still twitching slightly.

Zhou Qi tried to untie Lin Xindie from his body gently, but as soon as he moved, her arms around Zhou Qi's neck would tighten a little.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Zhou Qi had no choice but to give up and help her sit up slowly.

Lin Xindie just hung on Zhou Qi with her head buried, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Are you planning to hang like this all night?" Zhou Qi asked softly.

However, Lin Xindie did not respond. She just tilted her head, wiped her moist eyes with Zhou Qi's neck, and buried her eyes again.

The only thing that remained unchanged was her arms tightly around Zhou Qi's neck and her legs hanging around her waist.

Zhou Qi sighed softly and could feel that Lin Xindie was exhausted at this moment.

He lifted the quilt and carefully helped Lin Xindie lie down.

Lin Xindie adjusted her posture. In order to make Zhou Qi lie more comfortably, she put her hand on his back and pressed her whole body against him.

Zhou Qi hesitated for a moment and said, "The girl's name is..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Xindie interrupted him with a crying voice: “Don’t mention it!

The old me is dead and knows nothing. I only remember one thing - as long as you don't despise me, I am yours. "

At this point, she moved her head, kissed Zhou Qi's chest lightly with her thin lips, and whispered, "For me, this is enough."

The room was silent, with only the sound of faint breathing as the sound remained.

Not long after, Zhou Qi felt the force on his back gradually relax, and the breathing of the person in his arms became even.

He wanted to move his body slightly, but as soon as he moved, he noticed that Lin Xindie's body tensed up slightly.

So he gave up the idea.

At some point, Zhou Qi also fell into a deep sleep.

At a certain moment, Lin Xindie, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly trembled and opened her eyes.

Although the familiar pain eased, it still hurt a little, making her wake up instantly.

When she felt the warmth of Zhou Qi's palm on her thigh, she wondered what he was going to do.

However, after waiting for a while, he still did not take the next step.

The two of them remained in the embrace without moving.

Lin Xindie gently raised her cheek from Zhou Qi's neck and looked at the person beside her in the dim morning light.

His breathing was still long and steady, and his brows were as relaxed as a mountain covered with first snow.

She held her breath to regulate her disordered heartbeat, and her slender fingers silently stroked the folds of the bedding.

After confirming that the other party was still asleep, the girl moved slowly like a flock of migrating butterflies, trying to break free from some secret ties.

The friction of silk made a crackling sound, as if morning dew was falling on a bluestone slab.

When the fifth accidental fusion occurred before dawn, Lin Xindie bit her lower lip and couldn't help laughing.

This person, who is usually upright and self-possessed, is as precise and persistent as a compass when he is asleep.

She curled up her fingertips and poked Zhou Qi's collarbone, then quickly withdrew her fingertips as if she was afraid of disturbing his sweet dream.

When the daylight came in through the window, Zhou Qi was awakened by the soreness in his right arm.