Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 111 Snowfall Kiss (2)

The man's tone was calm, but his dark eyes were fixed on her.

Those eyes seemed to be filled with flames. If there was even the slightest crack, they would jump out and burn her to ashes.

Zhu Xia looked at him silently for a few seconds with her eyes rolling. Just as she was about to open her lips to speak, the man suddenly tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her up with force. Zhu Xia was forced to look him in the eye.

Then, a force pulled her pajamas, revealing her snow-white and delicate shoulders. Before Zhu Xia could react, He Lianzhou had already bitten her shoulder.

Zhu Xia couldn't help but groan in pain, like a elk caught in a trap.

She subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he had already loosened his mouth and buried his head in the side of her neck.

He said in a low voice: "You really are..."

Zhu Xia didn't understand what He Lianzhou meant. She had told him many times that she would not marry him, and Mr. He and Jiang Qiyun would definitely not agree to him being alone.

He knew her, and knew how determined she was.

The determination to break up and not to reconcile.

It wasn't the first time he knew she had a heart of stone.

Zhu Xia is not a person who believes that love is everything to him.

Family love, life-saving grace, the grace of raising a child…these are far more important than the hormones between men and women.

But she was selfish. As long as he didn't know about her engagement with Song Chengyu, their past would remain pure.

There was a moment of silence.

Zhu Xia closed her eyes and whispered, "If you can't stand me, we won't meet again after meeting Pean."

This was the first time He Lianzhou felt so passive.

She won't tell him on her own initiative, and he can't check on her yet.

He had never been led by anyone, and he had never had any scruples.

There is only Zhu Xia...and it can only be her.

Zhu Xia wanted to push He Lianzhou away and turn over to get away from him, but he hugged her even tighter.

The two bodies fit perfectly, and even every curve could be felt.

The heavy hug made Zhu Xia a little breathless.

"Let me go!"

He Lianzhou didn't move at all, his hot breath slid down her neck, and her body trembled.

"He Lianzhou!"

The man did not react. The skin on his neck felt as hot as fire. Zhu Xia had a bad feeling and struggled to touch his forehead.

It's terribly hot.

You don't need to compare her temperature to know that she has a high fever.

Zhu Xia pushed him away with difficulty, and was about to turn on the light while supporting herself on the bed with her elbows, when He Lianzhou suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.

"You have a fever. Let me take your temperature and get you some medicine." Zhu Xia's tone softened. "Let me go first."

He didn't loosen up.

"He Lianzhou..." Zhu Xia sighed. She raised her face, not caring about the infection, and held his face with both hands, covering his lips.

The girl's kiss was light and soft. He Lianzhou raised his eyelids and slipped into the gap between her lips, taking the initiative to rob her of oxygen. Perhaps he realized that he was sick, and quickly withdrew.

Zhu Xia breathed rapidly and panted, threateningly: "If you don't let me go, I will continue to kiss you, and then we will both get a fever and die together."

He Lianzhou couldn't help but laugh.

Noticing that he was losing his strength, Zhu Xia crawled out of his arms, pressed the call bell, and asked the flight attendant to bring the medicine box over.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't the flight attendant who came, but Uncle Cai. Uncle Cai handed the medicine box to Zhu Xia with a worried look in his eyes, as if he guessed that something was wrong with He Lianzhou.

"He has a fever. Has he not had much rest recently?" Zhu Xia said.

Uncle Cai nodded and said that the young master rarely gets sick, so how is the situation.

It is indeed worrying when someone who does not usually get sick gets sick.

Zhu Xia thought, "It should be a high fever. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"No. We don't have to worry as long as Dr. Zhu is here." Uncle Cai refused, but he couldn't hide the sadness on his face.

The other party refused, but Zhu Xia didn't force it. She stopped talking, closed the door, walked to the bed, put the medicine box on the bedside, and thought about taking out the gloves and putting them on... Suddenly she remembered that he said he was allergic. Although she thought it was probably a lie, she still didn't wear them.

Zhu Xia took a thermometer and measured He Lianzhou's forehead.

40c. High fever.

She adjusted the air conditioner temperature, walked to the sofa, picked up a bottle of water, and took antipyretic medicine from the medicine box. She called him a few times, "Take an antipyretic medicine."

The man seemed to be frozen, lying motionless on the bed, without even a breath... He who wears the crown must bear its weight. Zhu Xia had seen the other side of He Lianzhou. Fighting and killing, dangers lurked everywhere.

As the eldest grandson of the He family, the honor he possesses is directly proportional to the price he paid in blood and flesh.

...Pity? No.

There are many self-righteous people who play the emotional card and say that only I understand your pain... This is ridiculous in the upper class.

The last thing people in high positions need is pity from others.

...What does He Lianzhou need? He seems to have everything: power, wealth, status, fame, women... everything that men are eager for, he has it at his fingertips.

Zhu Xia grew up in the world of fame and fortune. She claims that she can understand the motives of those in power, but she doesn't understand He Lianzhou.

She only knew that if she didn't own something for long, she wouldn't feel miserable after losing it.

Zhu Xia blinked quickly as she came back to her thoughts, climbed onto the bed, helped He Lianzhou up, and fed him antipyretic medicine. She was also thirsty, so she drank some water, then lay down beside him and looked at him. He frowned, and some sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhu Xia poked his cheek with her index finger and couldn't help laughing... It was ridiculous that he was sick, but she could still laugh out loud with gloating.

After a while, Zhu Xia went to the bathroom to get hot water for He Lianzhou to wipe his face.

Every half an hour, she measured his temperature. When it dropped to 37.8 degrees Celsius, she reached out and pressed her fingertips on the side of his neck, looking at the timer to measure his pulse. Only after making sure that his vital signs were normal did Zhu Xia fall asleep.

In the early morning, He Lianzhou woke up and saw her lying on her stomach sleeping. Her face was reflected in his dark pupils. Her profile was fair and peaceful. She must be tired, with a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.

She rested her face on one hand and placed the other hand on his palm, pressing her fingertips against the raised scar on the palm.

He Lianzhou lifted Zhu Xia's hair, gently turned her over, tightened his arms, and held her in his arms.

"You really are..."

He scratched her nose with his finger, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He spoke in a low and soft voice, with the hoarseness of just waking up.

"It doesn't give me any hope."

*

The plane arrives at its destination.

It was snowing heavily in Munich, and the snowflakes were dancing in the sky, looking like white flowers in the air.

After waking up, Zhu Xia measured He Lianzhou's temperature repeatedly, and found it was normal, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Cai came over to inquire about the situation. Zhu Xia didn't need to explain in detail. When he saw He Lianzhou's face look as good as it could be, his heart returned to normal.

After getting off the plane, I sat in the back seat of the Maybach.

The car has good sound insulation. Once you get in, all the noise outside disappears instantly.

Zhu Xia didn't sleep much last night, so her mind was still a bit hazy, but she could still remember the breakup vividly.

She put on the hood of her down jacket, wrapped herself tightly and sat far away from He Lianzhou.

The baffle did not rise. Zhu Xia looked at Uncle Cai in the driver's seat and said politely, "Uncle Cai, please take me to Pean's villa."

Don't you want to live with the young master?

Uncle Cai was holding the steering wheel with gloved hands. Hearing the sound, he quickly glanced at the two people in the subtle atmosphere through the rearview mirror.

Were you fine this morning? You were concerned about whether my fever had subsided, and I was concerned about whether you were hungry... Why did we become cold after we got off the plane?

Could it be that he was frozen by the ice and snow in Munich?