Qin Yichi stepped back to create some distance between himself and Qiao Zhen, using his body to shield her from view. He said lazily to the boys, “Oh, you guys go ahead and eat. No need to wait for me.”
The boys chuckled, teasing him in unison, “Alright, alright, we get it~”
As curious gazes fell upon her, Qiao Zhen lowered her head desperately to cover her face, the tips of her ears turning a vivid red.
Waaaah, she felt like she was about to shatter.
She had an intense desire to turn into an inconspicuous little ant, sneak away while no one was looking, and crawl away into the shadows…
Fortunately, these were all Qin Yichi’s good friends. If someone else had seen this or taken a photo, she estimated she would be pinned to the campus forum for another entire day.
Perhaps sensing her discomfort, Qin Yichi’s voice deepened slightly as he declared righteously, “Stop looking!”
At those words, the boys all gave an “OK” gesture and quickly covered their eyes as they ran off, their grins harder to suppress than an AK-47.
Fine, it’s not even official yet, and he’s already playing protector.
The eternal iron tree, Qin Yichi, is finally about to bloom!!
Only after everyone had left did Qiao Zhen lower the hands covering her face and breathe a sigh of relief.
Her gaze fell upon Qin Yichi’s collar, and as she looked down, she suddenly spotted a scratch.
Qin Yichi’s collarbone was actually bleeding.
It looked like it had been caused by Yuwen Jian’s knife. The wound was shallow, but the seeping beads of blood felt as if they were dripping onto the tip of Qiao Zhen’s heart, creating ripple after ripple that refused to settle.
Her breath hitched, her long lashes trembling slightly. Her face was full of concern and self-reproach. “Qin Yichi, you’re clearly injured…”
And he was injured because of her.
It felt as if some emotion was continuously expanding, spreading into every corner of her heart.
Qin Yichi, however, didn’t seem to care. His tone was nonchalant. “It’s just a small scratch. It’s nothing.”
But the less he cared, the more Qiao Zhen blamed herself.
It was all her fault; she was the one who messed up, it was all her mistake…
Qiao Zhen bit her lip and looked up with watery, doe-like eyes, her tone firm and earnest. “I’ll help you disinfect it.”
The girl picked up the iodine swabs and ointment, staring straight at him with a sincerity and softness that was indescribable.
An emotion flickered in Qin Yichi’s eyes. He gave a faint response and took the opportunity to scoop her up from the steps, moving her directly to a nearby corner of the wall.
The space in the corner was narrow, and with Qin Yichi leaning over slightly, he practically circled her entire body in his arms, trapping her in the corner.
The distance grew closer, yet it remained just right, without a hint of offense.
The light suddenly dimmed. Qiao Zhen’s right foot felt much better after the massage, allowing her to barely stand steady as she leaned against the wall.
Qin Yichi pulled at his collar with one hand, exposing a large area of skin around his collarbone.
It was whiter than the skin on his face, and more alluring. Male hormones surged, sounding like a silent invitation to her.
Qin Yichi leaned lazily against the wall, eyes lowered, his voice seductive. “Help me.”
Qiao Zhen nodded. Holding the swab, she took a steady step forward and carefully wiped the wound, more focused than when she was solving a math problem.
The man’s collarbone was rugged, beautiful, and sexy, with smooth, distinct lines.
With every breath he took, a scorching warmth lingered around them, invading her skin inch by inch, pore by pore.
It was like a giant, beautiful cage from which there was no escape.
Qiao Zhen inexplicably found it difficult to breathe. Her entire body tensed up, and she unconsciously held her breath.
Her long lashes trembled continuously. She kept her eyes down, not daring to look up.
She felt as if Qin Yichi was staring into her eyes, like a wolf that would devour her alive in the next second.
Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep and the knife hadn’t been rusty, otherwise he would have needed a tetanus shot.
If Qin Yichi went to the hospital now, the wound would probably heal on the way…
Qiao Zhen carefully disinfected the area, then looked up and asked cautiously, “Does it hurt?”
Qin Yichi let out a low, muffled chuckle, his tone dismissive. “This level of pain? It’s like an itch.”
After disinfecting, Qiao Zhen applied the medicine. As her fingertip squeezed out the ointment, she lightly touched his collarbone.
She forced herself to stay calm, yet every time she touched the man’s skin, it felt as if flames were spreading across her fingers, burning all the way to every nerve.
Qiao Zhen panted softly. She lowered her eyes, her gaze slowly falling on his Adam’s apple.
The man’s Adam’s apple was like a towering hill, rolling slowly up and down, highlighting his fortitude and determination, radiating a unique masculine charm.
An indescribable sense of raw desire washed over her.
She had heard—only from Sheng Lulu—that men with large Adam’s apples…
Ahhhhh!
Qiao Zhen’s fingertips trembled. She hurriedly chased away those wild thoughts, her breathing becoming gradually disordered as she chanted in her heart:
Qiao Zhen, oh Qiao Zhen, how have you fallen this far!
Bad, she’s so bad, she’s just a bad woman with an impure mind…
Whether it was an illusion or not, Qin Yichi seemed to let out a low gasp.
Accompanied by a wild aura, it lightly tapped against Qiao Zhen’s eardrums, vibrating continuously.
Like a fuse, it instantly ignited a fire and strung together memories, spreading inch by inch in her heart.
Qiao Zhen felt dizzy and lightheaded, unable to keep her footing, as if the world were shaking.
Her legs went weak, and she unconsciously collapsed into Qin Yichi’s arms.
It was that familiar feeling again.
Certain scenes from her previous life flooded her mind frantically, like a slow-motion movie, frame by frame, clear and vivid…
In front of floor-to-ceiling windows, before mirrors, in the car, in the bathroom, on the sofa… traces of the two of them remained, inseparable.
In the bedroom, a huge wedding photo hung on the wall—a wedding dress paired with a suit, a match made in heaven.
Legal spouses, legal activities.
Qin Yichi loved the positions he took with her, dragging her into the abyss, his Adam’s apple rolling as he let out one raw, lustful gasp after another:
“Zhenzhen, do you like me or Ji Xian?”
No matter how long they had been married, he loved asking this question, always treating Ji Xian as an imaginary rival.
Qiao Zhen’s eyes shimmered with moisture, her red lips slightly parted, her dark hair a chaotic mess:
“It hurts…”
Help, I feel like I’m actually going to die.
The man propped himself up above her, his eyes dark and inscrutable. He bullied her with a mix of dominance and tenderness, pressing one hand against her waist and coaxing her softly:
“Be good, answer me.”
Driven into a corner, Qiao Zhen shed crystalline tears, trembling in collapse. “Wuuu, I like you, I like Qin Yichi!”
The corners of Qin Yichi’s lips curled into a lingering smile, yet he remained relentless in his questioning:
“What do you like about me?”
The scorching breath almost drowned Qiao Zhen.
Her mind went blank, and she gradually lost the ability to think. She simply hugged Qin Yichi’s shoulders tightly, her voice sweet and soft:
“I like Hubby’s big…”
The memory ended, and she returned to reality.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck—BOOM—hitting Qiao Zhen precisely on the head, leaving her charred on the outside and tender on the inside.
What? Big what?!!
Σ(っ°Д°)っ
The little Qiao Zhen inside her mind suddenly let out a sharp, piercing scream.
The two people entangled in those images—were they really her and Qin Yichi from her previous life?
How! Could! It! Be! Like! This!
Qiao Zhen had a splitting headache. Dizzily opening her eyes, she woke up from Qin Yichi’s embrace in horror and shock, feeling as if her entire being was splitting in two.
Her brain crashed, and she frantically tried to run away, wanting to flee the planet.
After only a few steps, she was suddenly caught with ease.
Qin Yichi wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her shoulder, practically pinning her firmly against his chest to prevent her from falling:
“Where are you running? Why did you faint again?”