Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 75

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t respond. Instead, she lowered her head, slightly embarrassed, and felt a bit of anticipation in her heart.

The first night they would sleep together.

Her thoughts started to wander. Would something happen?

In the hazy, dark, and ambiguous night.

Would she be the one to tease the person in front of her? Or… would she be the one teased?

Her heart pounded a few times, and her earlobe, which had just been gently kissed, flushed a deep red.

Her pupils dilated slightly, surprised at her own shameless thoughts.

Zhuo Zhiwei suddenly closed her eyes, trying to dispel the thoughts that were making her legs go weak. Her usually calm voice took on a hint of sweetness, sounding somewhat coy.

“Everyone’s watching.”

He Qingqi’s low laugh rippled softly by her ear.

“So what if they are?”

“Do you care that much?” He Qingqi raised an eyebrow, her voice, deliberately lowered, more seductive than the night itself. “Who was it just now who boasted so loudly about teasing me?”

“Hm? Why are you acting so weak now?”

Only in moments like these did He Qingqi reveal her Leo-like toughness and refusal to yield—no longer the soft, adorable girl who often acted cute around Zhuo Zhiwei. The faint scar on her brow made her appear more aggressive, and her relentless teasing left Zhuo Zhiwei speechless.

Her eyes and expression were full of burning desire.

It was like a spark igniting a fire inside Zhuo Zhiwei, one that spread to her throat and through her limbs.

Yet no matter which side of He Qingqi she saw, Zhuo Zhiwei loved them all. Her legs grew weaker, sinking into He Qingqi’s warm embrace.

But if they stayed like this any longer, there would be real trouble.

Zhuo Zhiwei struggled slightly. “Let me go.”

Her voice was slow, soft, and low, with a touch of innocent shyness, like a child whining.

Hearing that tone, He Qingqi felt her heart tremble, her gaze growing darker, but her rationality still prevailed.

She casually let go. Zhuo Zhiwei turned away with her head down, and He Qingqi, also averting her eyes, glanced at her. Her thumb brushed over her lips, which still glistened with moisture, her fingers lingering there for a moment.

There was a hint of playful mischief in her gesture.

Catching sight of it from the corner of her eye, Zhuo Zhiwei’s face turned even redder. Her long lashes fluttered as she nervously tucked her hair from behind her ear to the front, as if trying to hide what had just happened.

Her throat bobbed, and feeling flustered, she made her way back to the crowd. On the way, she accidentally bumped into Chai Xu’s shoulder.

Chai Xu winced, rubbing his shoulder as he walked over to He Qingqi with a pout.

“Qingqi.”

He Qingqi stood still, lost in thought, as she stared at Zhuo Zhiwei’s retreating figure. She hadn’t even noticed when Chai Xu walked up beside her.

“Qingqi!”

He Qingqi jolted and snapped back, her expression less than friendly. “Why are you screaming so loudly? Do you think I’m deaf?”

Chai Xu studied her for a moment before muttering, “Well, aren’t you?”

“Not only deaf but blind too. I’ve been standing right here, and you didn’t even notice.”

Chai Xu scratched his head, confused about what she had been looking at, and mumbled, “What’s so interesting? It’s pitch black; all I could see was Zhuo Zhiwei’s white shirt floating in the dark. Creepy.”

He Qingqi shot him a sideways glance and scoffed, “Single people shouldn’t talk.”

“You—” Chai Xu took a deep breath, deciding not to argue. After all, even if he did, he couldn’t win.

Then something seemed to occur to him, and a mischievous grin appeared. “So, Qingqi, not single, have you told Zhuo Zhiwei yet?”

He Qingqi hesitated for a moment. “…No.”

“I don’t know how to say it.”

Her mood visibly dropped.

“Hmm…” Chai Xu had only meant to tease her, but he had accidentally struck a nerve.

Feeling a bit awkward, he rubbed his nose. “Well, you should tell her sooner rather than later. She doesn’t seem like the unreasonable type.”

“You’re nineteen… Oh, no, you’re twenty now. Having some relationship history is normal.”

He Qingqi said nothing, only shaking her head with a bitter smile. It wasn’t as simple as he made it sound.

She and Fang Xuanyao had a decade of entanglement. Even though time had blurred all the love and hate, those ten years were still a real part of her life.

Feeling weighed down, perhaps by the softness that comes with the night, He Qingqi suddenly thought of the woman who had once been the center of her emotional world.

She turned her head slightly.

“How is she?”

“Who?”

“Fang Xuanyao.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, He Qingqi shook her head, her gaze turning cold. She spoke quietly, “Forget it. What does it matter to me?”

If Fang Xuanyao wanted to donate everything she had and go volunteer in some war-torn area, that was her own business. Even if she died, it was her own fate.

With a forced smile, He Qingqi straightened up. 

Tonight, she was still the birthday girl, and everyone had kindly prepared a surprise for her. She couldn’t spoil the mood.

In fact, after a few drinks and a few smiles from Zhuo Zhiwei, He Qingqi forgot all about the strange sadness she had felt earlier. Fang Xuanyao was long gone from her mind.

Perhaps most people cling to their first love, even when there’s no hope of a future. But that wasn’t the case for He Qingqi.

She only cared about the person in front of her.

After eating cake and receiving gifts, He Qingqi contentedly wrapped her arm around Zhuo Zhiwei and returned to their room.

The only thing she wasn’t satisfied with…

While Zhuo Zhiwei was showering, He Qingqi rummaged through the gifts again. Why… wasn’t there anything from Zhuo Zhiwei?

Had she… forgotten? Just like she had?

Though her rational mind told her they had both been too busy and it was normal to lose track of time, her emotions still sank a little.

This was the first birthday she had spent with Zhuo Zhiwei after they had gotten together.

Never mind, she thought. She wasn’t a child. No need to be so picky.

Gathering her spirits, she remembered that Zhuo Zhiwei’s birthday was only a month away. She was determined to prepare a surprise for her—maybe that house in London from before?

Zhuo Zhiwei had been curious about when He Qingqi had first realized her feelings for her.

Taking a deep breath, He Qingqi’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she wildly pulled off her t-shirt.

Just then, the bathroom door creaked open.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s face was still damp, and she was toweling her hair dry. When she saw He Qingqi standing there in nothing but her underwear, her face flushed a deep red, and her lips parted slightly in surprise.

He Qingqi widened her eyes in shock, frantically looking around before quickly grabbing the t-shirt she had just taken off, covering her chest.

“Weiwei.”

Her bare shoulders were still exposed to the air, her creamy skin gleaming in the dim light.

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked slowly, her face burning.

Suppressing her desire, she tried to act nonchalant. “I finished showering. You… can go in now.”

But the way her voice faltered and slowed down betrayed her nervousness.

He Qingqi flustered, fluttered her eyelashes, and averted her gaze. “Okay, I’ll go in now.”

With her head down and her pants clutched to her chest, she hurried into the bathroom.

The water was the perfect temperature as He Qingqi leaned her head back, letting the droplets run over her skin.

It was just a glance, she thought. And she wasn’t even naked. Besides, Zhuo Zhiwei was her girlfriend now—what was there to be embarrassed about?

Anyway, in her past life, they had done things far more daring than that.

Recalling that night, He Qingqi licked her lips. In her mind, she could hear Zhuo Zhiwei’s voice calling her name.

Even if it was a memory, in this life, she would make sure her Weiwei called her name again and again, right there in her arms.

After drying herself off and taking a deep breath, He Qingqi stepped out of the bathroom.

Zhuo Zhiwei was already lying in bed. He Qingqi glanced discreetly at the distance between their two single beds and frowned slightly.

She wanted to hold her while they slept.

Consider it a birthday present.

She justified the thought to herself.

In just a few steps, He Qingqi reached the side of the bed and started to move the nightstand that separated them. Zhuo Zhiwei said nothing, but she slipped on her slippers and pushed her bed toward He Qingqi’s.

As the two beds came together, they exchanged a smile. Both of their faces were tinged with a soft blush.

It was hard to tell whether it was from embarrassment or the alcohol.

Zhuo Zhiwei bit her lip. “Qingqi, I’m thirsty.”

He Qingqi didn’t react at first. “Huh? What?”

The water dispenser wasn’t far, so she was a bit confused.

She stood there, a little dazed.

“I’m thirsty,” Zhuo Zhiwei repeated, her fingers pinching her bedsheet. Her tone was cool and steady, though her throat seemed tight, and her voice trembled slightly.

“Oh.” He Qingqi obediently walked to the water dispenser, bent down, and grabbed a disposable cup. Just as she was about to fill it, she noticed a shadow falling over her from behind.

Suddenly, she understood.

A smile curled her lips as she put the cup back down and straightened up.

Zhuo Zhiwei stood there in her nightgown, biting her lip, her eyes misty and filled with nervousness.

She gently hooked her arms around He Qingqi’s neck, rising on tiptoe as her red lips met He Qingqi’s.

He Qingqi instinctively grabbed her waist. The girl had just brushed her teeth, and the soft, minty lips pressed against hers made her greedy, craving more.

Even though He Qingqi had been married to Fang Xuanyao for ten years, they had kissed only a handful of times. The overwhelming sensation of this kiss felt like the first time she had ever experienced it.

Fang Xuanyao had never liked kissing. She found it disgusting and hated the exchange of saliva. He Qingqi was left gasping, unsure of herself, worried about giving Zhuo Zhiwei a bad experience.

Zhuo Zhiwei could clearly sense He Qingqi’s excitement and hesitation, her hands trembling as they held her waist.

She couldn’t help but curve her lips slightly, a surge of pride filling her heart.

The minty scent was intoxicating, too tempting to resist. He Qingqi hesitated for only a moment before giving in to her desire, her soft tongue shyly reaching out to touch Zhuo Zhiwei’s lips.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s mouth parted slightly, as if she had been waiting for this.

Realizing this, He Qingqi entire being lit up. Her body flooded with dopamine and adrenaline, and it felt like the whole world had faded away, leaving only the two of them.

Their tongues tangled, refusing to let go, licking and sucking gently.

Zhuo Zhiwei responded, slowly melting into the kiss. Soon, her body went soft, and the once-initiating kisser became the passive receiver, collapsing into He Qingqi’s arms, unable to pull herself away.

After a long moment, their lips parted.

He Qingqi’s eyes were hazy as she looked at the girl in her arms. She didn’t know when it had happened, but her hands had already slipped inside Zhuo Zhiwei’s clothes, resting on her waist, gently caressing her skin.

Zhuo Zhiwei let out a soft moan, her damp eyes meeting He Qingqi’s. She placed her hand over He Qingqi’s through the fabric.

“Not here.” She shook her head, her gaze both desperate and pleading.

He Qingqi’s breath was heavy, her passionate heart gradually calming. She nodded haphazardly, pulling her hand out but still keeping her arms wrapped around Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist.

Zhuo Zhiwei leaned into her chest, panting softly. Suddenly, she raised her head and nipped at He Qingqi’s chin, teasingly biting twice, the gentle pressure making He Qingqi’s heart race.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her breath hot against He Qingqi’s skin.

“How do you like your birthday present?”

He Qingqi’s heart felt like it might burst out of her chest. She bit her lip, taking Zhuo Zhiwei’s earlobe into her mouth for a moment before releasing it.

Her voice was hoarse with unfulfilled desire. “I love it.”

“But I’d love it even more if the gift was a bit more… complete.”

“Then take your clothes off,” Zhuo Zhiwei teased.

He Qingqi’s eyes widened, but her grip on Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist didn’t loosen. “Aren’t you my gift?”

“Yes, my hands are.”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyebrows arched playfully as she showed off her delicate hands, more daring than ever.

He Qingqi bit her lip, laughing softly. “I suppose that works too.”

Her eyes were full of suggestion.

But they both knew this wasn’t the right place to continue.

The old inn’s walls weren’t very soundproof, and if they really did anything, the guests upstairs would probably hear everything.

He Qingqi rested her chin on Zhuo Zhiwei’s shoulder, closing her eyes as she tried to steady her heart.

“So…” Zhuo Zhiwei’s voice broke the silence. She sat up straight, her gaze steady as she looked into He Qingqi’s eyes. “What is it that you’ve been hiding from me?”