ebookland Chapter 910 Nightmare
Chapter 910 Nightmare
At this moment, Zhou Qi suddenly felt weak in his upper body, and even the hand holding Lin Xindie began to become weak.
This feeling is not painful, but it brings a strange feeling of numbness and powerlessness, and even a hint of comfort.
Lin Xindie didn't say much. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she quickly raised her other hand and directly pulled off the bath towel on Zhou Qi's body.
It was not until then that Zhou Qi came to his senses.
The feeling of numbness and weakness came quickly, but also went away quickly.
He immediately raised his hand and grabbed Lin Xindie's neck, and said in a serious tone: "Do you know what you are doing? Why are you ruining yourself like this?"
Lin Xindie looked at Zhou Qi quietly without answering, but silently endured his grip.
Then, she raised her hands, clasped Zhou Qi's left rib with one hand, and reached behind his back with the other hand, pressing on the joint of his arm bone.
In an instant, Zhou Qi once again felt that feeling of powerlessness and numbness sweeping over his body, causing him to completely lose control of Lin Xindie.
Lin Xindie took advantage of the situation and took a step forward, leaning into Zhou Qi's arms.
The two of them then fell on the bed.
When Lin Xindie stopped stimulating her body, the tingling sensation that made Zhou Qi unable to move quickly dissipated.
He secretly sighed in his heart: I never thought that I would be so passive in front of a woman and be at her mercy.
The last time he had a similar experience was when Bai Qiaoqiao drugged him.
At this moment, Zhou Qi could clearly feel Lin Xindie's slightly trembling body and her rapid breathing.
He gently raised his hand and placed it on her back, soothing her tenderly.
Lin Xindie's breathing gradually calmed down, and her tense knuckles loosened the wrinkled sheets.
She pressed her slightly cold cheek against Zhou Qi's arm, then suddenly stood up and untied the belt of her bathrobe, letting the silk fabric slide down her shoulders.
When her fingertips moved to the other person's ear, she suddenly hooked the sensitive area of the earlobe with her little finger. This suggestive action suddenly heated up the air.
"What are you holding back?"
Her eyelashes fluttered and she turned her head away: "I have come this far..."
The tail tone was a mixture of self-mockery and grievance, and the words that had not yet been finished were cut off by the warm palm.
Zhou Qi lifted her small chin and caught the broken light in her eyes under the swaying wall lamp: "Did you learn these skills in the Bai family back then?"
The sudden questioning made Lin Xindie's pupils shrink suddenly, and those deliberately buried memories flooded over her throat like a tide.
Silence wove a dense web between the two of them.
This innocent girl can accurately master all the ways to please men. How many bloody nights are hidden behind this?
Zhou Qi stroked her trembling eyelids with his fingertips, where tears like stardust were condensing.
"Do you know what I admire most about you?"
His voice was like silk soaked in moonlight: "You are like a wild rose blooming in a thorn bush, blooming stubbornly despite being covered in wounds."
This sentence became the final blow that broke my defenses.
Lin Xindie suddenly trembled violently. The despair when she was trafficked, the humiliation of forcing herself to smile in Qingnan Pavilion, and the countless dawns of self-contempt, all turned into torrents of tears that burst out.
When the sobbing gradually subsided, she suddenly grabbed Zhou Qi's neck and whispered with a nasal voice gently brushing his ear: "Tonight, I want to give my whole self to you."
Every word is like the flapping of wings of a heart butterfly, fluttering into the damp night.
"The most precious things in my life are now all yours."
Lin Xindie's fingertips trembled as she touched the other person's collar, her misty eyes filled with broken starlight: "Can you... leave me some moments worth cherishing?"
Zhou Qi's breathing suddenly became disordered and he exerted force to change his position.
The girl's pearly skin was glistening with tears, and when his thumb ran across the wet mark, her heart-shaped collarbone trembled slightly in the moonlight.
When the four lips finally touched, Lin Xindie suddenly burst into astonishing passion, and her slender white arms wrapped around his neck like vines.
More than forty minutes later, the girl's wet hair stuck to Zhou Qi's chest.
She tried to prop up her sore body, but was pulled back into the warm shackles when she stood up.
Zhou Qi wrapped the two of them with the corner of the quilt, and his palm naturally fell on the heart-button tattoo on her waist.
Listening to the gradually steady breathing behind her, Lin Xindie held her breath and turned her neck. The moonlight was flowing along the man's jawline like a silver stream.
As the night passed, every slight turn would startle the girl's eyelashes.
She counted the rhythm of the person's chest rising and falling, and gently placed her slightly cool fingertips on the warm palm.
When the morning light first appeared, Lin Xindie finally let herself sink into a dream with the scent of cedar. The body warmth that continued to come from behind her silently melted the icy feeling of separation in her heart.
Lin Xindie stared at the man sleeping beside her.
She knew almost nothing about this man, having only known him for a few days, but this unfamiliarity brought her an unprecedented sense of security.
The moment the moonlight penetrated the gauze curtain, Zhou Qi's handsome brows suddenly twisted into a knot.
Cold sweat slid down my neck, soaking the linen pillowcase.
He suddenly jumped up from the bed, his chest rising and falling violently like a stranded whale, and a broken roar burst out from his throat: "Chenxiang!"
The dream leaves a bloody projection on the retina.
Three months ago at the international airport, Xiang Chenxiang's faint smile was still frozen on the corner of her lips when she looked back, but her chiffon skirt suddenly blossomed into a scarlet mandala.
She staggered into Zhou Qi's arms, blood gushing out of the corners of her mouth: "Brother Chuan, you clearly know my feelings."
Her cold fingertips touched his lips: "Why didn't you kiss me that day? Did you dislike me..."
Even more terrifying visions emerged from the gaps in memory.
The musty smell of the abandoned warehouse pierced his nose. Bai Hongjun stood up slowly with a bloody hole on his forehead, a horrible smile twisted on his face: "Do you think you can hide it from the world?"
The pistols covered with brains were pointed at the void one by one: "Start with your little sister, bang! Then your mother, bang! And finally, that pretending to be pure Xiang Chenxiang."
Zhou Qi rushed forward madly, but was like an insect trapped in amber.
The gunshot exploded in his skull, and he watched his loved ones fall like dominoes, the scream in his throat being sealed by an invisible force.
When I suddenly woke up, the warm light from the bedside lamp burned the fragments of the nightmare into smoke.
Zhou Qi wiped his face mechanically, and the cold sweat accumulated in his palm lines reflected the cold light.
There was a rustling sound of silk quilt rubbing behind her. Lin Xindie hesitated for a moment and gently placed her palm on Zhou Qi's sweaty back.
In the dim light of midnight, Zhou Qi's Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the unfinished words.
Lin Xindie tightened her hand on his shoulder slightly, and the straps of her silk nightgown slipped down, gleaming with pearly luster in the moonlight.
"You had a nightmare?"
She stroked the man's tense neck with her fingertips, and the ice-cracked desk lamp cast a swaying shadow of a tree on the wall.
The bathroom door hinge made a slight groan, and Lin Xindie gasped when her bare feet touched the ground. The dull pain from the surgical sutures was like a spider web wrapped around her lower abdomen.
She bit her lower lip facing the person in the mirror until the blood turned pale blue, then she returned to the bed with a towel soaked in warm water.