The Price of Rebirth [System]

"Mosquito?" Yuan Ke sneered, pinching his chin with increasing strength, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I didn't know that mosquitoes are so capable now."

"Yuan Ke..." Zhang Chongji twisted his fingers uneasily, trying to shift his gaze elsewhere, but his jaw was always forcibly locked by the opponent, and he had no choice but to meet those sharp eyes.

"How did you do it?" Yuan Ke pursed his thin lips even tighter, and his thumb brushed the line of his lips. It was obviously a useless movement, but Zhang Zhongji felt a tingling on his lips inexplicably, "Or Was it...kissed by someone? Or are you just that horny? Hmm?"

Zhang Chongji's face changed, his eyes flickered a few times, then he frowned and slapped his hand away angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yuan Ke took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress some emotion, he stretched out his hand and tugged at the tie casually, turned his gaze to the front, and did not speak again, Zhang Chongji looked at his side face and moved his lips to explain or justify something, In the end, it got stuck in his throat.

Just like that, a strange atmosphere of silence began to permeate the workshop unknowingly. For some reason, Zhang Chongji didn’t even dare to take a breath. He had trouble breathing well.

"Yuan..."

"I want to hug you." Interrupting Zhang Chongji's tentative opening, Yuan Ke's eyes fell on the steering wheel with a black leather case, and he seemed to say such a sentence casually, but Zhang Chongji was really stunned. Staring blankly at Yuan Ke's resolute and curved side face, his appearance is somewhat unintelligible and cute.

"What, what?"

"I said, I want to hug you." Yuan Ke turned his gaze back to Zhang Chongji, the sharp gaze in his black eyes was like a cheetah ready to go, with a strong possessive desire and an irresistible desire Storm, "I want to absolutely guarantee that I am your first man, and all your firsts should belong to me."

It took Zhang Chongji a few seconds to fully digest Yuan Ke's passage, and then he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, then pursed his lips in astonishment and said, "Stop joking!"

The body always responds one step faster than the mind, and just after Zhang Chongji finished his sentence, he reached out with his ears flushed and tried to untie the seat belt fixed on his chest.

"I'm going back...I have class tomorrow..."

With the sound of "pata-" the seat belt was untied smoothly, Zhang Chongji wanted to open the car door in a panic, and the arc of his arm movement suddenly increased, which involved the bruise on the waistline, and Zhang Chongji gasped in pain. At the same time, his other wrist was tightly grasped.

The force was so strong that Zhang Chongji even suspected that the other party wanted to crush his wrist bones. Zhang Chongji turned his head reflexively, but what he met was Yuan Ke's suppressed and gloomy black eyes. The black hole seems to be swallowed into it if you are not careful, and there is no redemption.

"I want to hug you." Thin lips let out a hoarse voice, Yuan Ke didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, "Give it to me."

"Yuan Ke... don't be like this, okay?" Enduring the faint burning pain in his waist, Zhang Chongji looked at himself reflected in the other's black pupils, his face was flustered and helpless, and the corners of his lips were so ugly, "We It's just the beginning... take your time, okay?"

What's more, it's okay to be in the car now, even if you are jealous, it depends on the occasion!

Yuan Ke didn't speak, and pressed his lips tightly to caress Zhang Chongji's face, but his eyes moved to the waist area subconsciously covered by the palm of Zhang Chongji's right hand, his eyes flickered.

There was a thump in his heart, and Zhang Chongji's forehead was slightly sweaty. Before Yuan Ke could ask, he turned his head bluntly, pretending to be nonchalant and explaining: "I bumped into the desk during class in the afternoon, and it's just a little bruised."

Yuan Ke narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his fingers to open his shirt, but Zhang Chongji pressed his hand pretending to be calm.

"It's all right..."

"Hands off."

After uttering three words, an absolute command, the aura exuding from Yuan Ke's body was much more oppressive and gloomy than before. Zhang Chongji hesitated for a moment, and felt that the skin around his waistline was exposed to the cool air .

It’s over.

The bruises on the fair skin that belonged to the traces of fingerprints were obvious, but with a somewhat ambiguous meaning, Yuan Ke almost stopped breathing at that moment.

"What's the matter, huh?"

The low and depressing voice made Zhang Chongji's body stiff unconsciously. He tried to pull down the shirt but was stopped by Yuan Ke's hand movements, so he continued to freeze there, and called out the other party's name dryly.

"Yuan Ke..."

The warm fingertips of the other party gently stroked the bruise with a sense of intimacy, but Zhang Chongji trembled a little. The movement that he wanted to avoid subconsciously was stiffly frozen in place by the other party's words.

"Who did you touch, eh?"

Different from the flat tone of the speech, the cold emotion in Yuan Ke's eyes became more intense after seeing the glaring traces, like a storm that was about to sweep away tens of millions, manic and ruthless, shocking, so casual The questioning tone was a bit forced and depressing.

"Yuan Ke, listen to me..."

"Not only was he kissed on the lips, but also touched?...a person I don't know?"

[Ding Dong, the target character "Yuan Ke" has been blackened by 40%, and the current blackened value is 55%...]

The hoarse voice was full of uncontrollable mania. Zhang Chongji looked into those eyes, even though the uneasiness in his heart was getting bigger and bigger, he still pretended to be calm on the surface.

"Yuan Ke...can you calm down and listen to me?"

No matter how much Zhang Chongji tried to say, no matter how calm his expression was, it was just a feint. He knew better than anyone else that the man in front of him had already moved towards an unexpected direction when he saw the ambiguous bruise. The direction is going berserk, and the initial factor that caused all this is myself.

"I want to hug you, now, right now!"

When the domineering and forceful words fell to the ground, Zhang Chongji felt that his jaw was suddenly locked, and the next second he was greeted with a hot and rough kiss.

It's not so much a kiss, but rather a biting/biting and mopping like a catharsis of possessiveness. The actions are rude and savage, and there is no trace of the warmth that should exist between lovers.

The red, swollen and throbbing lips became more and more painful because of the rude and hasty movements of the other party. Facing the man in front of him who was about to lose his mind due to jealousy and jealousy, Zhang Chongji did not dare to open his teeth easily, which also caused Yuan Ke's frequent When trying to invade his tongue bed, he always bumped into his teeth.

……

Things got out of hand and got out of control to the point that even Zhang Chongji himself couldn't predict it.

The inescapable fact is that he really made it to the end with Yuan Ke, and even now his skin seems to still have the other's scorching and encroaching body temperature, which makes him tremble and at the same time, it is more difficult from the bottom of his heart. Inhibited self-loathing and self-deprecation.

Although he had thought before that one day he would choose to use his body because of the so-called mission, but when he was really faced with such a situation, Zhang Chongji clearly realized that he had no right or opportunity to choose at all. When he was truly sober, there were traces of terror all over his body. The emotion that greeted him was not as calm and rational as he had imagined before. On the contrary, it was an inexplicable coldness and emotion that almost soaked every bone in him. Faint collapse.

"Zhang Chongji, Zhang Chongji, you also have times like this..."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Zhang Chongji murmured and curled up on the soft big bed with his legs around his legs. The soreness in his limbs made him not want to move, and he didn't even want to think about anything. Zhang Chongji was very clear about his current situation. This kind of thought may lead to unexpected consequences in the future, but at this moment, he just wants to let go of this emotion of temporarily throwing everything away, which has nothing to do with missions, rebirth, or Wu Jing.

He just buried his head between his knees, as if doing so would isolate him from everything irrelevant around him, until the door was pushed open, he just froze his body and did nothing else.

The slight sound of porcelain colliding was a bit harsh in the silent air, and then Zhang Chongji felt the mattress under him sink slightly, almost uncontrollably reflexive, his body trembled without a trace, and even felt the traces on his body It was like a scorching iron scalded his skin severely, and then a familiar and magnetic voice sounded in his ear, with a hint of rough helplessness: "... Are you hungry, eat something... Don't lose your temper, kindness?"

Zhang Chongji didn't look up, but his lips buried under the shadow of his arms were tightly pressed, and the smile on his lips was cold and indifferent.

Losing his temper?To say that would be an understatement!But in his eyes, since the two had a relationship, the series of things in the workshop before should be taken for granted, right?

Zhang Zhongji couldn't help sneering out loud, but the phalanx grasping his knee under the thin quilt was getting harder.

From the bedside table next to him, there was a faint fragrance and delicious smell. Just kissing the smell made one's index finger twitch, but Zhang Chongji, who was curled up by the bedside, had no appetite at all.

"...Jing..." Moving his lips, he called the man's name hoarsely. Yuan Ke frowned and looked at the man who was wrapped in a thin quilt and curled up on the bedside. Gently put your palm on his head, "...I'm sorry."

From carrying him from the car to the hotel where he is currently staying, or carrying him from the big bed to the bathroom to clean up the traces, the man with a smile on his mouth all the time just nestled in his arms obediently, not saying a word... No struggle either.

The level of obedience made him feel no joy after possessing him, and even faintly began to feel afraid.

Although he was still silent, Yuan Ke could clearly feel the faint repulsion shown by the man when he touched him, and the subtle cover-up movements could not conceal the sudden stiffness of his body.

Is he scary...

Resisting the inexplicable sadness and frustration in his heart, Yuan Ke took a deep breath, embraced the man in his chest with gentle movements, resting the graceful curve of his jaw on the soft hair, Yuan Ke said lightly, his voice A bit emotionally hoarse.

"I... don't regret it. If I were given another chance, I would still do it."

"..."

"What drove me to do this...couldn't be my feelings for you, I know..." His tone paused, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly, "My behavior today was a little impulsive...but I It's really unbearable, there are marks on your body that don't belong to me."

Gently placed a kiss on his hair, and obviously felt the body of the person in his arms relax a bit, and the corners of Yuan Ke's lips slowly evoked a smile. The difference is thousands of miles.

"Eat something and I'll take you home, huh?"

The person in his arms was still silent. Yuan Ke pursed his thin lips and could only sigh lightly. His slender fingers gently brushed the broken hair around the ears of the person in his arms. The tenderness under the wink seems to be able to drown in water.

"...Don't blame me, Wu Jing, I just love you."

His voice is unexpectedly gentle, but with the persistence of his own personality, deep and affectionate voice, it seems that even the most hard-hearted person will be moved by it.

Yuan Ke said this sentence very seriously, every word, full of all his feelings, cautious, important, caring, even an infatuated love for no apparent reason.

Whether it is the confession that was manipulated by the police before, or the sober affection now, for Zhang Chongji or this relationship, it is almost the first time in his life that he has so bluntly revealed his truest emotions to others.

From acquaintance to encounter, from smog to hidden love, Yuan Ke was ups and downs in this relationship, and finally watched himself fall into the pool of love. Maybe he was bored, or annoyed, or even disdainful. He also wanted to climb up the so-called rocky shore, but in the end he was still sinking deeper and deeper. That kind of inexplicable emotion almost buried him.

It was the first real emotion in his life, and it came suddenly. After being unable to suppress it faintly, Yuan Ke's outburst of emotion was naturally overwhelming.

Yuan Ke actually understands very well that in this relationship, he is like a stubborn immature ox who just wants to go forward. He loves thoroughly, even if he doesn't get a completely affirmative response, he will continue to deceive himself and others.

The person in his arms is quiet and well-behaved, but Yuan Ke's thoughts are contradictory. While he is worried about the sudden change of the person's temperament in An An's arms, he is greedily and even against his will to enjoy the time that belongs to him alone.

It is because they get it that they feel more and more uneasy. There are always some people who are afraid that they will not get it, and they are also afraid of what will happen after they get it.

He is such a living example.

"...Jing." Yuan Ke domineeringly encircled Zhang Chongji's body, completely confining him in front of his chest, while a low hoarse voice murmured in his ears, Yuan Ke buried his cheek in his neck Sniffing fiercely, "Don't leave me..."

The smell of the person in his arms was very good, not the scent of shower gel, but the light and refreshing feeling of cleanliness, which made Yuan Ke very fond of it. He couldn't help hugging him even tighter. The two didn't talk anymore. In the meantime, the room fell into a silent and quiet atmosphere again, unexpectedly there was no sense of abruptness.

Zhang Chongji lowered his eyes, feeling the chest he was leaning on was undulating and vibrating due to the master's voice and breathing, and there was no wave in his heart.

For some reason, the more Yuan Ke confessed his love to him at this time, the deeper the self-loathing feeling in his heart... the deeper.

Zhang Chongji asked himself if he hated Yuan Ke, but the answer was no.

For Zhang Chongji, what Yuan Ke did was indeed something he rejected, but Yuan Ke only accelerated the process that should have come a long time ago. Rather than saying it was hatred, it was better to say it was disappointment and disgust for himself.

He never had the ability to completely separate himself from himself, nor did he have the power of choice to allow him to completely control the game.

Sometimes Zhang Chongji can't help thinking in a trance that maybe the so-called main god who arranged for his rebirth is the controller of the whole game. He seems to be the leader of the whole game, but in fact he is just a pawn.

What frustrates him the most is that even though he now understands the right and wrong of the leader, he still cannot escape, and can only follow the so-called system to continue to complete the so-called task that can make him reborn.

As if he had figured something out, Zhang Chongji let out a breath, raised his eyes and gently pushed Yuan Ke's embrace away.

"...?"

Facing Yuan Ke's doubtful and careful eyes, Zhang Chongji just lowered his eyes and said lightly: "I want to be alone for a while, is that okay?"

Yuan Ke pursed his lips, took a deep look at him and said hoarsely: "You have a good rest, I'm in the next room, call me if you need anything."

After speaking, his eyes shifted to the dinner plate on the bedside table, he paused and said, "Remember to eat something."

Zhang Chongji's eyes watched every expression and expression on his face, and he looked at the slightly tender worried gaze for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

With the sound of "Pa-Ta--", the door of the room was automatically locked, and Zhang Chongji was the only one left in the spacious room. He looked up at the ceiling with exquisite patterns, and then he smiled slowly, ignorant and fearless, But inexplicably no temperature.

He lifted his body and slowly straightened up and got off the bed. The soreness in his body made him frown, but soon he walked to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at the elegant and gentle man with a smile on his lips. , speechless.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Zhang Chongji blinked his eyes, and then he stretched out his finger casually, and tapped on the man's heart in the mirror, and the reflection in the mirror also moved accordingly. A mirror, it seems that the inside and outside are not the same person .

Zhang Chongji's eyes looked straight at the man in the mirror, with fair skin, black jewel-like eyes, cherry blossom-colored lips, and faintly visible red bite marks between the neck and collarbone, which was very ambiguous.

"Wu Jing exists for Zhang Chongji."

It seemed to be a hypnotic murmur, and it seemed to be a comfort or an oath to himself. He watched the man in the mirror slowly close his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was already a smile in his eyes.

Even if someone dominates the game, he shouldn't admit defeat, even if he loses everything he should have, he should get the victory he deserves.

How come I only understand now that in this world, Wu Jing is too attached to his self-importance, and in the end it is only himself that bothers him. In the final analysis, he is not deep enough in this drama.

Only then did Zhang Chongji realize what the price of this rebirth was, and it had nothing to do with Zhang Chongji or Wu Jing.

When the mobile phone rang, Zhang Chongji was washing in the bathroom of the hotel, and the cold water scooped up from the palm of his hand rushed to his cheeks, which made his mind more clear and calm.

Pursing his lips tightly, Zhang Zhongji tried his best to ignore the discomfort between his legs, wiped the drops of water between his brows and walked slowly into the bedroom, and saw the blinking mobile phone on the pillow at a glance.

Seemingly scanning the clock on the wall inadvertently, Zhang Chongji curled his lips and picked up the phone, and the number that caught his eye was as expected.

"Tsk, it's really unexpected patience."

Picking up the phone slowly, the relaxed and leisurely expression on Zhang Chongji's face was completely different from the tone of his mouth.

"Ah, director... I'm really sorry... I'm not feeling well, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the scene today..."

The gentle voice was apologetic with a bit of self-blame, and the sincere tone combined with the sarcasm of the real expression was strangely devoid of any sense of disobedience. Just a phone call, a voice, he would make a person feel uneasy and fearful. The man who blamed performed penetratingly.

If it is said that Zhang Chongji in the past clearly distinguished Wu Jing from Zhang Chongji in his heart, then now that he has fully figured it out, he has learned to gradually blend in. A Wu Jing who is not Zhang Chongji but has Zhang Chongji's unique color has already appeared in the past. From the moment I looked at myself in the mirror, slowly, slowly, carved into my bones.

What Wu Jing, what Zhang Chongji, aren't they all alone in the end?

Why did he deliberately distinguish them? To put it bluntly, he didn't want to lose himself. Wu Jing, who has been acting for so long, will be lost by the so-called non-existent appearance Wu Jing if he continues like this.

Maybe he shouldn't have completely disguised himself as that Wu Jing in the first place, but...it's not too late now.

"What do you mean? Do you know how long the whole cast has been waiting for your part?"

The curvature of Zhang Chongji's lips gradually widened, and his expression remained unchanged when he heard the rough and decibel roar from the mobile phone next to his ear, but his voice gradually became colder. A faint mocking smile.

"Ah, I'm really sorry, director... How about this, if you really want to catch up with the show, then just pass me? As for acting, I actually care more about my health..."

"You...!" The other party didn't seem to expect Zhang Zhongji's casual attitude, so he choked up and said after taking a few breaths, "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you think you are a big name?"

Squinting his eyes, Zhang Chongji paused and held the phone away from his ear, pursed his lips and said softly: "I'm really sorry, director. I know that the whole scene will be delayed a lot because of me, But please be sure to agree to my request to rest today, I think the director doesn't want to see me cause any unpleasant shooting because of my physical discomfort on the set?"

Zhang Chongji spoke very slowly, every word was clear and powerful. Although the last sentence was a question, it carried a magic force that the other party could not refuse. As expected, after hearing Zhang Chongji finished speaking, the other end of the phone fell silent. For a while, there was only the current of Lizzy on the phone, which made people feel inexplicably harsh and irritated.

After a while, the other end slowly took a deep breath, and the rough voice was a bit of an unexpected compromise: "Okay, I can let you rest today, no matter what the reason is for you today, but please be sure to leave it tomorrow. What is missing today is doubled."

The tone of the voice on the other end of the phone paused, as if he was sighing lightly and talking to himself helplessly: "There is only one Xie Lujun."

Accompanied by the "beep--" sound of the phone hanging up, Zhang Chongji laughed silently.

Wu Jing, who performed the first scene and obviously has Zhang Chongji's color for the first time, ended perfectly.

Throwing the phone on the bed, Zhang Chongji picked up the bedside snack, cut a small piece and put it in his mouth, his eyes darkened, and finally he chewed and swallowed slowly.

After eating half of it, Zhang Chongji crawled into the bed slowly, not because he didn't want to move neatly, but it was really difficult to do such a seemingly simple movement according to his current body that has been severely trampled/ravaged, God knows As long as he lifts his leg, the muscles of his buttocks will be involved, and the next movement will naturally become stiff.

Picking up the mobile phone that was thrown aside, Zhang Chongji leaned on the bedside and pursed his lips to make a call. There was almost a few "di--" in the middle, and the other end was quickly picked up, followed by Yuan Ke's magnetic phone call. voice.

"Jing?" Seemingly surprised by Zhang Chongji's first phone call, Yuan Ke's voice was a little imperceptibly nervous and joyful, "What's wrong?"

"Are you at work?" Zhang Chongji casually tugged at a corner of the quilt, keenly hearing the subtle sounds of the vague discussion at the other end, as well as the sense of emptiness that only belonged to the discussion room.

"Ah... yes."

Zhang Chongji casually glanced at the clock on the wall from the corner of his eyes, pursed his lips and said: "If I disturb you, then I will hang up first."

"It's okay!" Accompanied by Yuan Ke's eager voice was the loud sound like a chair falling to the ground. Zhang Zhongji just hooked the corners of his lips to this, and slowly uttered a few words with gentle and faint dependence.

He said, "Yuan Ke, I miss you."

Noticing that the breathing of the person on the other end of the phone was obviously stagnant, Zhang Zhongji heard the answer he wanted most while the arc of Zhang Zhongji's mouth widened.

Yuan Ke hurriedly said with the most certain and irrefutable tone, "Wait for me, I'll come to you right away."

Accompanied by his words, there was a faint exclamation, which was mixed with a few voices of 'President, where are you going! ' Wait for the surprised tone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chongji looked down at the screen of the phone. The darkened screen reflected his fair cheeks and the emotionless smile at the corner of his mouth, which made people feel inexplicably...distressed.

He who was completely awakened was like a snake that shed its skin once, a new person, a new psychology, but the most painful thing was himself.