Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 103

It indeed began to rain.

The drizzling rain blurred the entire city and also blurred He Qingqi’s eyes.

The silent night gradually became clearer. A corner of her mind lifted, and two equally fair and slender bodies slowly overlapped.

She gently raised her swan-like neck, arching her waist slightly upward. Her half-closed eyelids added a touch of enchanting allure to her aloof face. For some reason, He Qingqi’s eyes reddened, and her hands moved with even greater intensity.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly tensed up, unable to move an inch. Her weary wrists grew increasingly sore, yet she refused to slow down. He Qingqi lowered her gaze, watching the other woman desperately shaking her head, tears reflexively streaming from the corners of her eyes. “Too fast, Xixi…” The small bone in her throat tightened, emitting a kitten-like whimper. “Too fast.”

Sensing it was about time, He Qingqi withdrew her fingers, lifted her leg to press against Zhuo Zhiwei’s, and embraced her tightly. She tenderly stroked her back, but her actions showed not the slightest mercy.

It seemed as if fireworks were crackling before their eyes. The rain had stopped. The two intertwined figures separated, the surging waves calmed, and the world seemed to quiet down.

He Qingqi lay on her side on the bed, breathing lightly. Her two long legs rested limply, as if devoid of any strength. She looked at the jade-like naked back beside her and unconsciously used her finger to lightly tap that beautiful shoulder blade. The woman shrugged her shoulder and murmured sleepily, “Don’t mess around, it tickles…”

She was obviously exhausted.

Feeling tender affection, He Qingqi replaced her fingers with kisses, yet an indescribable itch rose in her heart.

She swallowed hard, her expression flickering, ultimately unable to resist the temptation. Without putting on any clothes, she happily got out of bed.

Zhuo Zhiwei sensed the movement behind her and opened her eyes—clear and bewildered like a deer’s. She turned her head. “Where are you going?” Her tone carried a hint of panic.

“To get the DSLR!”

After the passion subsided, Zhuo Zhiwei’s mind was muddled like paste. Not only was she dazed, but her jealousy had increased a hundredfold. She frowned in disapproval. “Put your clothes on!”

“Oh, it’s fine,” the other woman replied nonchalantly in a sticky tone. “It’s just the two of us at home.”

But then, Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes paused. What did Xixi say she was going to get? A DSLR?

“!!!” Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes gradually cleared. She suddenly recalled the scene from earlier that day. A blush spread across her cheeks as she bit her lip bashfully.

Was Xixi going to…?

She hesitantly clenched her fingers, occasionally casting glances at He Qingqi filled with unmistakable expectation.

Should she agree?

As a public figure, her first reaction was to refuse. However, He Qingqi wouldn’t harm her. As long as she reminded her to keep the photos safe afterward and not let others see them, taking some pictures would just be a bit of fun between lovers. Besides, as that girl had said earlier, recording one’s youth and youthful desires wasn’t a bad thing.

It’s not like they were taking explicit photos.

Zhuo Zhiwei began to convince herself. Her emotions gradually calmed, but she couldn’t help thinking: if they were explicit photos, would she agree?

If the other person was He Qingqi, then she… might agree.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly froze, her face turning crimson. What was she thinking? How could she agree? She could hardly believe her own inner boldness.

He Qingqi, eyes gleaming, took out her treasured DSLR. Her expression was filled with eager anticipation. In all these years, she had never taken boudoir photos of anyone before. And thinking that the subject was the exceptionally beautiful Zhuo Zhiwei, she felt a hint of excitement.

She quickly walked past the floor-to-ceiling window and returned to the bedroom. He Qingqi showed a bit of shyness. “Um, Weiwei…” Her pink tongue peeked out slightly.

Having loved her for so long, Zhuo Zhiwei was familiar with her little gestures. One look and she knew she wanted to ask for a favor but was too embarrassed.

So, was she really going to take photos?

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t dare look at her, her entire face blushing.

She turned her face to the side. Under the warm, orange light, shadows intertwined, giving a hazy beauty. Her two long legs were bent as she sat on the bed. She seemed to consciously let the thin quilt slide down from her shoulder, half-revealing two cute bosoms.

He Qingqi stared, entranced. Out of her love for beautiful things, she almost subconsciously picked up the DSLR and snapped a photo.

She swallowed hard. Since she had already taken a photo, she still pretended to be a gentleman and sought the subject’s consent. “Weiwei, may I?”

Zhuo Zhiwei paused and finally nodded shyly.

He Qingqi was so happy she nearly jumped up. Her face couldn’t hide her joy. With a stride of her long legs, she knelt in front of Zhuo Zhiwei. The interplay of shadows was tantalizing. Zhuo Zhiwei hurriedly averted her gaze, her face flushing.

“Weiwei, you’re wonderful! I really, really like you!” He Qingqi exclaimed.

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t dare look up, twisting her fingers. “You… put your clothes on.”

He Qingqi looked down, a sly smile appearing on her lips. It seemed that at times like this, she couldn’t stop her teasing words. She leaned close to Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear, exhaling softly, slowly igniting the fire. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

Warm and moist, Zhuo Zhiwei’s ears were sensitive, and the fine hairs stood up in surprise. Before she could speak, she heard the other woman continue, “Just now, you clearly liked it very much.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “very,” implying something. Zhuo Zhiwei’s neck turned red without any resistance. She subconsciously glared at He Qingqi, her eyes moist and alluring.

After appreciating her reaction, He Qingqi stopped teasing and obediently put on her pajamas as Zhuo Zhiwei wished. Holding up the DSLR, she asked, “Shall we start?”

Too shy to speak, the other woman remained silent. He Qingqi seemed to be talking to her or to herself, with a bit of seriousness. “Then let’s begin.”

The preparations weren’t thorough, so they just took a few simple shots. The other woman had drunk a little wine, adding a bit of laziness and ease to her demeanor. He Qingqi tried various angles. Under the warm light, gazing at the beauty before her, she was almost mesmerized.

She suddenly remembered that she had originally wanted to discuss something serious with Zhuo Zhiwei today—making their relationship public. But because of her own desires, that plan had been derailed. Regret flickered in He Qingqi’s eyes.

He Qingqi put down the DSLR and, feeling a bit wronged, scooted onto the bed. She hugged Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist from behind, rubbing her smooth shoulder with her forehead. “Weiwei…”

Like a big puppy coming home to seek comfort, her long limbs clung to her. Zhuo Zhiwei played with her slender fingers. The shy emotions gradually subsided. She asked in a gentle voice, “What’s wrong? Didn’t I let you take photos?”

He Qingqi pouted. “I feel like I picked up a sesame seed and lost a watermelon.”

“It’s all your fault,” she whispered, a bit spoiled, deliberately bumping her shoulder.

“My fault?” Zhuo Zhiwei raised an eyebrow, broke free from her embrace, turned around to face her, and chuckled with interest. “Is it my fault for letting you take photos?”

“Not at all,” He Qingqi replied coquettishly. She pressed her nose against hers and leaned forward to kiss her lips.

Her amber eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhuo Zhiwei. “Didn’t we say we were going to discuss making our relationship public today? How did we end up doing this and that in the bathroom…”

She pretended to have a sudden realization. “I was the one showering first! Why did another person suddenly appear later?”

Her direct gaze seemed to say, “Admit it, you’re the culprit.” Zhuo Zhiwei blushed at her teasing. Indeed, today she had… Mainly, she hadn’t seen He Qingqi for so long. During the day, she even encountered a girl asking He Qingqi to take boudoir photos. Anger fueled her desire, and she walked into that bathroom.

She huffed and turned away, facing the wall. “From now on, when I shower, you’re not allowed to come in!”

He Qingqi quickly pulled her back into her arms. No matter how the other woman struggled, she clung shamelessly, kissing her ear and stroking her arm.

“Don’t be like that, darling,” she laughed softly, leaning into her ear. “Do you have the strength to shower by yourself?”

“He Qingqi!” Zhuo Zhiwei exclaimed in exasperation.

Seeing that she had gone too far, He Qingqi immediately changed the subject. “Seriously, Weiwei, when are we going to make our relationship public?”

So that’s the ‘watermelon’ she felt she lost. Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes held a hint of a smile. So eager?

But she also wanted to announce it to the world as soon as possible. Otherwise, girls like the one during the day would be countless, and at least she would have the right to be jealous.

She picked up her phone from the bedside table and handed it to He Qingqi.

Her eyes, dark as ink, were filled with seriousness. “Anytime you want.”