Their wedding rings touched, their lips met, their breaths mingled, and the bed sank deep into their skin.
Wen Jiu tilted her head back, letting the other person invade her territory, and with each breath, love burst forth.
Between kisses, he finally heard the other person's hoarse sobs, sounding aggrieved and pitiful.
I thought you were going to abandon me again.
Wen Jiu opened her misty peach blossom eyes, and the hand on the man's shoulder gradually tightened its grip.
With a thrust of her waist, she leaned forward and kissed his tearful eyes.
"I'm back."
Because of you, I've returned from the other side of the world.
It felt like a very long dream, so unreal.
But Wen Jiu knew very well that he was the superstar who had a smooth and successful life in his previous life, and he was also the same person who had struggled for seven years to become a nobody.
From beginning to end, they only had each other.
The moment her memories returned, Wen Jiu realized that she had never considered why she had "transmigrated into a book."
Death, or something else.
His later experiences seemed to have been erased by an invisible hand. When he woke up after "transmigrating into the book," all he remembered was his glorious past.
Only now do I realize that I have already died once.
All the details he had previously deliberately ignored gradually became clear.
For example, in his previous life, he also switched from Minghua Entertainment to Starlight Entertainment, but earlier, back when he was still an idol.
Feng Chi had Lin Changfeng personally handle the transfer procedures.
Furthermore, Lin Changfeng's top-tier star-making plan for himself was not without personal considerations.
For example, in my past life, every time I inadvertently brushed past a man as I walked out of the CEO's office, I heard about the chairman of the Feng Group from Lin Changfeng.
I wonder how much courage the other person mustered to create these repeated "chance encounters."
Furthermore, all the disgusting faces and disgusting things I encountered in this life were things I didn't experience in my previous life, but saw from Feng Chi's perspective after death.
The resources that Yu Qing and Shen Yu recommended to him were probably arranged by Feng Chi.
Regardless of the help they provided after becoming friends, Feng Chi was certainly involved at least initially.
Every single thing is inseparable from this person named Feng Chi.
It was as if there was always a pair of strong and powerful arms behind him, sheltering him from the wind and rain, allowing him to shine brightly.
They even went so far as to stain their hands with blood, bear the burden of bloodshed and sin, and ultimately lose their lives!
He Wen Jiu has no virtue or ability whatsoever!
She dug her hand deep into the man's finger, the wedding ring clattering against him, sending a shiver down her spine. Wen Jiu kissed him fiercely, tears streaming down her face.
Finally, she leaned against his shoulder, completely exhausted, and cried out in near collapse, " Feng Chi is a big idiot! A moron!"
"So stupid, so stupid, so stupid!"
Feng Chi gently wiped away the tears on his face, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
She kissed his forehead again and again, comforting him, "It's already very good, I'm content."
"As long as you're alright, baby, as long as you're alright..."
"Waaah... I have something to say..." Wen Jiu stubbornly grabbed his hand and placed it over her heart.
She looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears, and said, "It hurts so much here."
It breaks my heart.
Feng Chi watched, his heart clenching with anxiety.
"Were you trying to leave just now?" Wen Jiu asked. "Were you afraid to look at me again?"
Feng Chi lowered his eyes, but someone cupped his face and kissed him deeply.
While kissing him, Wen Jiu stubbornly took his hand and placed it on her waist.
She knelt on the bed, forcing him little by little from top to bottom.
"You're afraid I'll remember, aren't you? Afraid I'll know those things, afraid I'll dream things I shouldn't dream." Wen Jiu's gaze was tangible, her words shattering his heart bit by bit. "I saw it all."
Feng Chi's fingertips curled up unconsciously.
I saw you holding the gun, with this hand.
Wen Jiu took his right hand, opened it, and gently stroked the tiger's mouth and fingertips. In this life, he inevitably still had calluses from the gun. Wen Jiu knew it was because of his previous experiences, where he had forced himself to practice.
"You've killed many people."
She raised her hand and gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes. "His eyes are especially cold and fierce."
Feng Chi stood frozen in place, his gaze following the boy's movements, his entire body tense, awaiting his judgment.
A-Jiu knew. He knew everything.
Are you scared?
Feng Chi couldn't help but recall a few months ago, when a slightly cold tone could frighten him, and a single wrong word could send the atmosphere plummeting to freezing point.
Will we go back to... that time?
Those few seconds felt like an eternity. Feng Chi were sweating with nervousness as he watched the boy take his hand, and he even wanted to pull it back.
Until I felt a warm touch on the back of my hand--
Wen Jiu kissed him tenderly, her hot tears falling and making Feng Chi tremble.
"But it still hurts," Wen Jiu said softly, looking up. "Just thinking about you makes my heart ache."
"If we are destined to never be able to wash away this handful of sins, then I will bear it with you."
" A-Jiu..."
"Anyway, I'm sticking with you for life." Wen Jiu interrupted him, wiping away her tears as she said, "Don't even think about hiding anymore."
At that moment, Feng Chi couldn't describe his feelings; he only felt his heart swell and fill with the person in front of him.
There's no room for anything else.
Feng Chi sighed softly, his eyes reddening as he pulled the person into his arms.
"I love you, Feng Chi." Hearing the strong heartbeat beside her, Wen Jiu finally felt at ease. "I will take good care of myself and won't let you worry."
"You need to take good care of yourself too. Don't dislike yourself. Speak your mind, even if it's negative or bad emotions."
Wen Jiu's mood gradually calmed down, and she became more talkative. "You promised before that you wouldn't hide anything from me, so even if it's something dangerous, you have to tell me."
"In this life, we must both be well, okay?"
The boy's eyes were still glistening with tears. When he looked up at himself, his peach blossom eyes were filled with slightly red mist. He had kissed her quite hard just now, and his lips were still a little swollen, making him look especially kissable.
" Feng Chi?"
There was a knocking sound at the door.
Wen Jiu was about to speak, the man lowered his head and kissed her. This kiss was different from the previous ones; it was tender and lingering.
Wen Jiu opened her eyes wide, catching the deep look in the man's eyes, a mixture of desire and love that made the red mole at the corner of his eye even more alluring.
They can fall into it easily.
Wen Jiu raised her hand and subconsciously wrapped it around his neck. Her waist was hooked by his large hand, and she slowly sank down onto the bed.
The small space was filled with the ambiguous and cool aura of a man.
The crowd outside the door. "..."
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow and kicked the door open.
Wen Jiu:!!!
Wen Jiu was so shocked that the hairs on her body stood on end. She didn't even bother to catch her breath, and hurriedly grabbed the blanket and curled herself up inside.
Then he hid under the covers and coughed violently.
Feng Chi reached out to pull, but not only did he not budge it at all, it wrapped even tighter.
Feng Chi: "..."
Qu Feng was also startled and choked. His eyes darted between Feng Chi and Feng Yuan, and the fruit basket in his hand tilted and almost fell!
Cough cough cough cough!
"Sorry," Feng Yuan lazily, leaning on Shen Qianshan's shoulder with a smile, "We were just getting tired of standing outside, and we were worried you two might accidentally get carried away, so we had to interrupt."
Suddenly, the muffled coughing from under the covers stopped for a moment.
Feng Chi frowned slightly and asked on behalf of his wife, "When did they arrive?"
Yu Qing considerately replied, "Probably, when someone says they like me..."
Silently, the foot that had inadvertently been sticking out of the blanket gradually retracted.
Wen Jiu turned her face away from under the covers—in a physical sense—and awkwardly bit her fingers.
If he remembers correctly, he was the only one who lost control of his emotions and started rambling on and on!
It's the kind of super cheesy stuff!
Ahhh, help me!
Why is it always him who dies in Mao Zedong's society?
Feng Yuan suppressed a laugh as he walked over. "Since you can still kiss, you must be alright."
Feng Chi glanced at him and made way for him.
When Feng Yuan reached the bedside, he had a silver lighter in his hand. He deftly twirled it a few times between his fingers and then made a soft "click" sound.
Wen Jiu perked up her ears warily.
What was that sound?
"Little kitty, if you don't come out soon..."
Feng Yuan deliberately placed it beside her pillow, then opened the lid; flames flickered. "I'll burn your nest down!"
Qu Feng turned his head and couldn't help but laugh.
Wen Jiu: (ΩДΩ)??!!!
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Wen Jiu: Oh, so it was a lighter?
Qu Feng: Turns out I'm not the only one who can't resist teasing cats, haha.
They're here! The key figures are in place! The main event is about to begin!