Rescue Little White Flower

The phone ding-dong ding-dong kept ringing, and several calls showing Zhao Xingyue finally became the rising numbers behind the missed calls.

In the news that popped up from the top of the phone, Zhao Xingyue's fan support group was constantly refreshing the news.

"Mr. Zhao is dating a man tonight!"

"Handsome, handsome, he saw a side face, he was shocked."

"I'm coward, I only took a secret shot of the back to see this temperament. They are a natural pair, and they really don't know where Zhou Yongjia is."

The phone gradually slipped from the palm of his hand and rolled to the ground.

In the lit screen, the picture of Zhao Xingyue and a man walking into a western restaurant arm in arm is constantly being refreshed.

Shen Qingwei had a dream.

She dreamed that she had entered the Zhou clan and was ruled by Zhou Yongjia. Zhao Xingyue, who had rescued her in the fire and water, did not appear. She became Zhou Yongjia's plaything on the bed.

Humiliation, pain, unwillingness...

Numerous complicated emotions surged from her heart. She was like a person lying on the beach, watching the rising tide drown her, but she could do nothing but wait for death to come.

"Do not-"

She shouted hysterically and rolled off the sofa.

It took several seconds for Shen Qingwei to recover and heard a knock on the door.

She shook her head, got up from the ground, and said loudly, "Here."

"Open the door without asking?" Zhao Xingyue raised her eyebrows, her expression not looking very happy.

Shen Qingwei didn't seem to feel the ridicule in her words, just looked at her directly.

She seemed to be caught in some kind of magic barrier, Zhao Xingyue raised her hand and shook it in front of her, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Isn't this kid sad and stupid?

In the next second, she was tightly imprisoned in an embrace.

As if the drowning person finally grabbed the driftwood, Shen Qingwei hugged Zhao Xingyue tightly. The negative emotions that could not be suppressed, like the tide, faded like the tide.

Zhao Xingyue patted her on the back, "Okay, what's wrong..."

"Mr. Zhao."

"Um?"

"I am scared."

Zhao Xingyue did not speak.

"I had a dream, a nightmare, I dreamed of..." Shen Qingwei's voice choked, almost speechless, "Dreaming that I became Zhou Yongjia's imprisonment, dreaming that I gave him a child..."

When she heard her first sentence, Zhao Xingyue guessed what she had dreamed of.

She has changed this destiny, but it is undeniable that this destiny has actually happened, only to be reversed by her after the reversal of time.

She thought that Shen Qingwei would never know about this, but she didn't expect that this fate would meet in the form of a nightmare to show her her power.

But no matter how terrible the dream is, it is just a dream.

"Okay, okay, it's okay..." Zhao Xingyue continued to comfort Shen Qingwei, as if to comfort a frightened little animal.

"Without you in my dream, I have always wanted to find you, but there is no Zhao Xingyue, no Zhao clan..."

Of course without her, Zhao Xingyue thought, if it weren’t for her to come, the original Zhao Xingyue would have died in a car accident. Zhou Yongjia's help.

"Well, am I here?"

"Mr. Zhao, I want to confirm."

"..." What to confirm?

Soon Zhao Xingyue knew what Shen Qingwei confirmed.

She widened her eyes and looked at Shen Qingwei who closed her eyes and put her lips on her own.

Shen Qingwei looked extremely nervous. Although she printed her lips on her lips, she didn't even dare to move. She was still moving with her crystal eyelashes, showing her master's anxiety.

The kiss was so sudden.

But it makes sense.

Zhao Xingyue is already very vague about her past.

She doesn't remember whether she ever loved anyone, nor does she remember whether she was loved by anyone, it seems that there is something vaguely, in short, she is not unfamiliar with kissing.

At least compared to Shen Qingwei, who only knows about biting her lip, her skills are much better.

Her astonishment was only a momentary matter.

When Shen Qingwei was about to retreat, she raised her hand and inserted her long fingers into Shen Qingwei's hair from the bottom of her neck, holding her head close to herself.

She just licked it lightly, and she pried her teeth open.

The wide-eyed person was replaced by Shen Qingwei.

"Focus on."

Shen Qingwei closed her eyes hurriedly.

Zhao Xingyue did not reject this kiss, she even enjoyed it a little.

It is not clear what it feels like, in short, Shen Qingwei's kiss to the door on her own initiative made her feel very satisfied.

She felt like there was a place in her heart that had been vacant, and a corner was suddenly filled.

Her heart is like a cabinet. When the cabinet door is not opened, even she herself does not know which cabinet is filled with things or which cabinet is empty.

Now Shen Qingwei opened a cabinet and filled it with something, but more, but it was empty, making Zhao Xingyue want to fill more things in.

Shen Qingwei's back was heavily pressed against the wall, and Zhao Xingyue's breath was strong and fierce covering it.

At this time, Shen Qingwei finally realized that she was a small white rabbit who took the initiative to send it to the mouth of a large predator.

Her body couldn't stop trembling, and her reason told her to escape, but her sensibility said the opposite.

Sanity screamed--

Push her away, push her away!

Sensual is like a girl wearing a **** cheongsam, stretched out a long white straight leg to her, round toes hooked on her heart, softly said to her: Come on.

Sensibility is obviously milder than rationality, not as fierce as rationality, but with just two words, Shen Qingwei is defeated.

She clung to Zhao Xingyue's shoulders and awkwardly responded to her kiss.

She wanted this person, not only wanted her to stare at herself, but also wanted to occupy all her sights, wanted her kisses, wanted her hugs, and even... wanted her.

Zhao Xingyue's hand slid down her back until it fell to her soft waist, rubbing it one after another, and the other tail finger gently teased her ear.

Her hand seemed to have passed electricity, and all the places she touched, there was a numb current rushing to Shen Qingwei's body.

For both of them, this is an extremely unfamiliar experience.

Shen Qingwei never thought that she would take the initiative to seduce her boss, or even get a response.

And Zhao Xingyue...she really never thought that she would guard and steal her own quest and attack her quest object.

You know, in her original plan, she never planned to put her task object into the bed.

But she still did.

Because Zhao Xingyue has never been a person who pays attention to rules. She has worked diligently in the prefecture for thousands of years and enforced the law impartially. It is not because of her self-discipline, nor because of how much she loves fairness and justice, but because she is too lazy to do it. No one deserves her to break those rules.

But Shen Qingwei...

Zhao Xingyue couldn't tell how she felt about her in her heart.

If the focus at the beginning was only the task, then when it came later, I couldn't help but set his sights on this person.

Shen Qingwei is just like the definition of her by the underworld, it's a small white flower.

Innocent, kind, and full of kindness to the world.

Compared with her, Zhao Xingyue, who walked out of the underworld and treated most of the world with an indifferent attitude, turned out to be a demon.

There is light on her when Zhao Xingyue is watching her.

She is able to turn simple ingredients into delicious food on the table, she can also put up a high camouflage when facing pain, and can do her best to resist when she is under attack.

Maybe Shen Qingwei didn't know that she had so many, so many places that attracted Zhao Xingyue.

She has seen too many mortals struggling in the secular world, and too many jokes they made in order to fight for power, but only Shen Qingwei, whether it is pain or happiness, in her eyes, they are all too beautiful.

She thought, anyway, Mr. Fu hadn't said the rule of not being allowed to fall in love with the task target, this kind of unspoken rule in work, she did not recognize Zhao Xingyue.

As soon as his lips separated, Shen Qingwei was panting. In the darkness, the two faced each other.

The corners of Zhao Xingyue's lips hooked. After feeling that Shen Qingwei was breathing, she lowered her head and kissed her lips with a stronger attitude than before.

…

Two hours later—

Zhao Xingyue's bedroom.

Shen Qingwei clutched the quilt, her heart beating wildly.

What happened tonight was so fast that she felt that she was still confused.

She forcibly kissed Zhao Xingyue, and Zhao Xingyue responded to her.

She offered to warm Zhao Xingyue's bed...

Shen Qingwei wanted to give herself a slap in the face to make herself more awake.

But the temperature on her face was about to burn her brain, she couldn't think at all.

"Drink some wine?"

Zhao Xingyue walked in with two glasses of red wine.

She handed one of them to Shen Qingwei, and easily adjusted the light in the bedroom to a dimmer one. The light suddenly dimmed, and darkness and ambiguity flowed out together.

Zhao Xingyue sat by the bed, and Shen Qingwei took the red wine, feeling that the surrounding temperature had risen to the point of being able to see the heat wave with Zhao Xingyue's arrival.

Shen Qingwei has never liked red wine, especially the dry red which contains almost no sugar. It is bitter and astringent, all her impressions of this wine.

But at this time, when the red wine entered her throat, she actually tasted the sweetness.

In the process of being dizzy, Shen Qingwei thought of many things.

For example, Zhao Xingyue’s single declaration, such as the photo of Zhao Xingyue and an unknown man she saw in the group tonight...

She was sour in her heart, trying to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

She didn't know when she drank the red wine in the glass, and forgot when Zhao Xingyue poured the liquor from her mouth into her throat, half drunk and half awake brought by the alcohol, Everything happened just right.

"It's lighter... it hurts."

"Good, good."

In the darkness, someone gently kissed her earlobe, and Shen Qingwei's body gradually relaxed.