Wedding night.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, two figures were entwined in an ambiguous embrace.
“Ah…”
Qiao Zhen’s hands were pinned firmly above her head. Her red lips were luscious and dripping, constantly letting out sweet, soft gasps.
Behind her, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He gripped her slender waist—which felt as if it could be encircled by a single hand—and spoke in a seductive voice:
“Be good. Call me.”
Forced to tilt her head back, Qiao Zhen’s beautiful eyes were filled with a misty haze. Her voice was as sweet as honey:
“Mm… Qin Yichi…”
It was her childhood friend who had grown up with her—Qin Yichi.
The man’s blood was boiling, yet he was still unsatisfied. He leaned down, pressing close to her ear, his breath scalding:
“Zhenzhen, it’s time to change how you address me.”
The seductive, husky voice vibrated against Qiao Zhen’s eardrums wave after wave, leaving her feeling numb and tingling. His masculine hormones were overflowing.
So desirable…
Qiao Zhen’s mind went blank. She hugged him tightly and whimpered softly, “Hubby~”
Images from the dream continued to flood her mind, leaving Qiao Zhen in a daze.
“Next stop…” The bus announcement suddenly rang out.
Qiao Zhen woke up from the warm embrace, blinking her eyes groggily.
Suddenly, she found herself staring directly into a youth’s deep, dark eyes.
The lighting on the bus was somewhat dim.
The youth had sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a high bridge to his nose. The contours of his profile were sharp; he looked a bit fierce, but he was utterly captivating—the kind of face one could fall for at a single glance.
Dressed in a black windbreaker, he radiated a wild, rebellious charm.
A familiar masculine scent wafted toward her, intensely hot.
Qiao Zhen was a bit confused and instinctively called out softly:
“Hubby?”
Without even realizing it, her voice was as sweet as if it had been dipped in honey, carrying a coquettish tone, like a kitten’s paw scratching at the tip of one’s heart.
Qin Yichi froze. His sword-like eyebrows knit slightly, and his deep eyes stared straight at her. His gaze instantly became ambiguous and inscrutable, revealing a hint of danger.
After a long silence, he responded, “Hmm?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Qiao Zhen snapped back to reality. It felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her mind cleared instantly.
Wait!
She… she actually failed to distinguish between the dream and reality and called the current college freshman Qin Yichi “hubby”?
Σ(っ°Д°)っ!!
Qiao Zhen’s heart raced, and her entire face turned pink. She hurriedly explained:
“I—I said you’re an old dog! It was just a slip of the tongue!”
Qiao Zhen stole a glance at him, praying in her heart that he would absolutely not misunderstand. She definitely, absolutely did not have any improper thoughts about him.
Leaning against the back of the seat, Qin Yichi’s thin lips curled slightly. He let out a low chuckle, sounding meaningful:
“Oh~”
His tone was sarcastic, his face practically writing “I don’t believe you.”
Embarrassed, Qiao Zhen turned her head to look out the window. As she slowly calmed down, she thought about the dream she just had.
During the holidays, these dreams had appeared consecutively, and they even aligned with reality.
It seemed—
She had dreamed of a part of her past life.
The more she thought about it, the more her eyes reddened.
An endless bitterness surged in her heart, drowning her bit by bit.
Everyone knew that she liked the cold and aloof school hunk of Peking University—Ji Xian. She liked him immensely.
She had chased him from high school through college, following him every single day.
As long as Ji Xian said a word, Qiao Zhen would definitely appear before him, offering her whole heart, obedient, gentle, and utterly humble.
In that dream of a past life, she had chased him for over five years and dated him for two; in total, she had followed Ji Xian for seven years.
Seven whole years.
Even when Ji Xian’s friends mocked her for being “vain” or “delusional,” she was still willing to offer him her sincere heart.
On the day of her birthday concert, Qiao Zhen was full of anticipation, but Ji Xian broke his promise once again to pick up his childhood friend—a younger girl—from the airport.
His voice had been slightly cold: “Qiao Zhen, stop making a scene.”
—Making a scene.
Those words were like a thorn driven deep into her heart, piercing through her and leaving her riddled with wounds.
Only then did Qiao Zhen wake up to the truth, her heart completely turning cold.
It turned out that in his heart, she was nothing…
Although it was only a fragment of a dream, Qiao Zhen felt as if she were being completely swallowed by a tide. A sense of suffocation eroded her entire heart, leaving it scarred.
It felt too real.
It was as if she had truly experienced it and truly suffered that heartache.
Thinking of this, her nose suddenly tingled, and her eyes grew hot uncontrollably. She lowered her head in disappointment.
The next moment, the bus suddenly made a sharp right turn.
Qiao Zhen lost her center of gravity. Caught off guard and losing her balance, she suddenly tumbled to the right:
“Ugh…”
She crashed into Qin Yichi’s warm embrace. In her panic, she reached out and pressed her hand against his thigh.
A scalding warmth slowly enveloped her.
Qiao Zhen’s fingertips tightened instinctively, and her mind went blank.
A muffled groan escaped Qin Yichi’s throat, his voice brushing against Qiao Zhen’s eardrum like a feather: “Don’t touch me randomly.”
Low and magnetic, there was an indescribable emotion in his voice.
The voice was exactly the same as in the dream—or rather, it was more youthful and boyish than the mature Qin Yichi.
The tips of Qiao Zhen’s ears instantly flushed pink. She apologized cautiously, “Sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Her tone was unnatural, more distant and awkward than usual.
Qin Yichi seemed to notice something was wrong. He asked in a deep voice, “Not feeling well?”
Qiao Zhen blinked her stinging eyes. Meeting his nonchalant gaze, she immediately retracted her sight and shook her head gently:
“No… no.”
In her past life, she was a moderately successful singer in the domestic entertainment industry.
And Qin Yichi—he was a top-tier motorcycle racer who brought glory to the country, winning second place in the World Championship and the Asian Championship.
High-spirited and rebellious, relying on his top-tier god-like face, his popularity rivaled that of first-tier male idols. His popularity could be described as “terrifying.”
One could even say that the line of girls wanting to sit on the back of “God Yichi’s” motorcycle stretched all the way to France.
But later, for some reason, after she broke up with Ji Xian, she actually married Qin Yichi!
Qiao Zhen silently clenched her clothes and pursed her lips, the little person in her mind shaking its head frantically.
Impossible, absolutely impossible! (Serious face)
In her previous life… how could she have married Qin Yichi?
How could that happen? It shouldn’t be…
And more importantly, she had dreamed of their wedding night in the past life, where she was… by Qin Yichi…
^＞＜^
The more Qiao Zhen thought about it, the more she spiraled. A blush slowly climbed up her cheeks, and she felt like she was about to explode.
“You’re really not feeling unwell?” Qin Yichi suddenly leaned in close to her, bending slightly to look at her seriously.
Qiao Zhen nodded blankly.
Immediately after, Qin Yichi’s lingering and seductive voice sounded slowly in her ear:
“Then why is your face so red?”
A sweet campus story about a “little white rabbit being snatched into a wolf’s den”! Failed cremation (regret) + childhood friend takes the lead! Lots of sugar!
Note: [Due to censorship issues, the high school portion has been changed to college; all protagonists are adults.]
Every girl is not humble dust, but a bright pearl.