Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 90

After returning to the hotel, Tao Jinghan couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. Her mind was filled with Bian Suitong’s words, “I like you.” The room was empty, with only her inside, so she didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone. The soft, orange light illuminated the entire room.

Dressed in her pajamas, she stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing. The cold sea breeze made her shiver. She bit down on an unlit cigarette, and with a click, the scarlet flame flared up. She stared blankly at the rising smoke, which seemed to outline Bian Suitong’s figure in the air.

She furrowed her brows, rubbing her temples with one hand as she cursed quietly, “Pathetic.”

Memories of her and Bian Suitong over the years surfaced uncontrollably in her mind. To others, Bian Suitong was a reliable captain, a gentle older sister. But only in front of her, Bian Suitong would show her temper, laugh, cry, and be utterly human.

Just like that teasing line she had uttered earlier.

Zhou Canxian may not know, but the others—Tao Jinghan could confidently tell them that Bian Suitong only spoke to her that way.

Tao had once been incredibly proud of how Bian treated her differently, and it was this difference that gave her a false sense of security.

A delusion.

After Bian Suitong had rejected her, that’s how Tao had defined it.

But after hearing the confession today, she couldn’t help but wonder—perhaps it wasn’t a delusion? Maybe Bian had just never considered things in that light before?

At this thought, Tao Jinghan smiled bitterly. Is this how the person who falls in love first becomes so humble? The other person hadn’t even said much, just one sentence, and she was already finding excuses for her.

She even raised her hand, touching her heart…

She could clearly feel a storm of regret churning in her chest.

A voice in her head kept asking: the person already confessed, so why didn’t you accept it? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?

She wanted… to go find her.

Tao Jinghan clutched her phone, her gaze fixed on the string of numbers. Her expression flickered.

She gritted her teeth and cursed, “Damn.” She still wanted to give herself one last chance.

She dialed the number. Within seconds, the call connected.

That familiar voice, full of surprise, exclaimed, “Jinghan!”

…

“I want to marry you.”

He Qingqi froze for a moment, then suddenly tightened her grip on the other person’s wrist. The veins behind her pale neck throbbed visibly. The kiss that followed was fierce, like a sudden storm, crashing over Zhuo Zhiwei without a hint of mercy, pouring out her deepest desire for her.

She had intended to coax her into saying she wanted her, but this… this was what she got instead.

“I want to marry you.”

With an innocent, bewildered look in her eyes and a faint sob in her voice, Zhuo Zhiwei’s words stirred a storm within He Qingqi’s heart. That feeling vaguely reminded her of that one cool, moonlit night when she had injected herself with an unknown hallucinogen.

She had felt… like entering her.

And also wanted… to let her in.

Only, back then, she didn’t know who was beside her. She could only make out a faint silhouette. The person’s lips carried the scent of alcohol, their gaze unfocused, as they gently circled their arms around her neck.

She let the surge of restlessness in her body control her, lowering her head to gently touch Zhuo’s soft lips. Everything happened naturally, yet it felt unbelievable. Her fingers traced down Zhuo’s cheek, making her skin heat up under her touch.

Now, however, things were crystal clear. The person in front of her was the one she had missed before, and her patience and silence were the gentlest gift she had given herself.

He Qingqi’s gaze darkened as her hand slid down from Zhuo Zhiwei’s earlobe. Her last shred of rationality told her she was losing control. In the final moment before desire fully consumed her, she glanced at the zipper on Zhuo Zhiwei’s dress.

“Then let’s get married tomorrow… but tonight, let’s have a rehearsal,” He Qingqi swallowed, her tone serious yet harmless, as if she were genuinely thinking of Zhuo Zhiwei’s best interests. “We can rehearse how to consummate the marriage. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll be inexperienced.”

“I’ll help you undress.” When He Qingqi looked up, she saw Zhuo Zhiwei staring blankly at her, her tear-filled eyes glistening with a red tinge.

He Qingqi’s breath caught, her voice hoarse, “Raise your arms. Be good.”

Zhuo Zhiwei, still in a daze, raised her arms, occasionally even helping the wolf in sheep’s clothing. With a soft “swish,” He Qingqi’s eyes gleamed with joy, but the next second, she was stunned by the expanse of pale skin revealed beneath the clothing.

Excitement surged through her, and her trembling fingers traced invisible patterns on Zhuo’s skin.

“Qing-Qingqi…” Zhuo Zhiwei pressed down on her hand, her long, dark lashes quivering as her chest heaved.

He Qingqi got there first, her gaze sincere. “Here. We can do it here.”

“Yes, we can.” She nodded once more to affirm it.

“This is our home, not some hotel. There’s no one to overhear us, just the two of us.”

Every time they were interrupted at a critical moment, the small flame in He Qingqi’s heart grew into a raging fire. This time, she had no intention of holding back anymore. With a slight pout, she complained, “Ah, my body is acting out again!”

With that, she resumed her actions.

The cold touch on Zhuo Zhiwei’s skin made her hesitate for a moment. The word “home” seemed to resonate with her, and after a brief pause, she shakily pointed toward the bedroom, managing to say, “Let’s… go to the bed.”

Instantly, He Qingqi became the obedient girl again. The once rebellious hands and lips suddenly became cooperative. She held Zhuo Zhiwei’s hand, their heartbeats syncing, excitement building between them.

As the bedroom door locked behind them, they both fell onto the bed, like a small boat tossed on a dark sea, rising and falling with the waves, as if the ocean might engulf them at any moment.

One of Zhuo Zhiwei’s hands was pinned to the bed, while the other unconsciously covered her eyes. Her reddened eyes shimmered with tears as she panted weakly.

The tumultuous storm stilled. Puzzled, Zhuo Zhiwei opened her dazed eyes slightly, barely able to make out He Qingqi’s silhouette in the darkness. She heard the sound of a packet being torn open, felt something placed over her hand, then another tear, and something else slipped onto her hand.

Soft, lingering kisses fell on Zhuo Zhiwei’s tattoo, He Qingqi’s lips brushing gently across her skin. Though He Qingqi couldn’t make out the intricate design in the dark, she could feel Zhuo’s labored breathing.

Suddenly, Zhuo Zhiwei’s eyes flew open, her toes curled, as a wave of satisfaction and pain radiated through her nervous system, causing tears to well up and spill from her eyes.

He Qingqi stiffened as well.

After a brief pause, He Qingqi, despite her own pain, kissed Zhuo’s tattoo, trying to ease her discomfort, her voice low as she changed the subject. “Why did you choose this one?”

“Because… it reminds me of you.”

“Reminds you of me?” He Qingqi raised an eyebrow slowly.

“A white crane in the clouds, clear and bright, like you.”

He Qingqi was taken aback, pondering the connection before smiling lazily. “I see…”

Her eyes softened, a touch of spring warmth creeping in as she felt the person in her arms relax. A carefree smile tugged at her lips as the room filled with a sticky tension, the bed creaking beneath them.

After who knows how long, the sounds in the room gradually faded. He Qingqi rested her head in the crook of Zhuo Zhiwei’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume, nuzzling against her like a bird returning to its nest.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s fingers absentmindedly traced the wings tattooed on He Qingqi’s shoulder blades.

The room fell into silence.

Suddenly, He Qingqi spoke up, “Do you have the household registry? Let’s get our marriage license tomorrow.”

Zhuo Zhiwei froze, “W-what?”

Seeing her reaction, He Qingqi was momentarily confused too. After a brief pause, she turned to face her, propping her chin on her elbow with a playful smile in her eyes. “Didn’t you say you wanted to marry me?”

The thin blanket had slipped from Zhuo Zhiwei’s shoulders to her waist, revealing a tantalizing sight she had just explored. Her snow-white skin was soft and supple, much like a delicate crème brûlée.

Zhuo Zhiwei quickly averted her gaze. Despite their intimacy, her neck flushed red.

He Qingqi reached out to feel the fine hairs on her neck, pressing closer to her, intentionally rubbing against her as she breathed warmly against her ear.

In a low, teasing voice, she said, “I’m already yours, why are you still shy?”

With a mischievous glint in her eye, He Qingqi turned over the memory of the moment, when Zhuo Zhiwei had clung to her, asking for her like a little child calling her “sister.” It was a soft plea, one He Qingqi had teased her with many times since.

Zhuo Zhiwei stiffened at the gentle press of warmth against her back, feeling every bit of He Qingqi’s playful touch. The reminder of their earlier moment had her face burning all over again. Her lips parted, trembling. “That… that was you telling me… to take my hand away… to see you.”

He Qingqi laughed softly, holding back her amusement. “But I wasn’t shy, was I?”

Zhuo Zhiwei could only bite her lip in frustration, at a loss for words as she felt her heart race beneath her skin. Her breath hitched, but she couldn’t respond to the teasing.

He Qingqi, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, gently closed the distance again, but this time, there was no rush in her movements. She simply wrapped Zhuo Zhiwei in her arms, their breaths slowing to a soft, even rhythm. She didn’t push for more, only content to hold her.

They lay there, in the comfortable quiet, the tension from before dissipating. Zhuo Zhiwei finally relaxed against her, letting her head rest on He Qingqi’s shoulder. After a long silence, she moved her hand on top of He Qingqi’s, squeezing it softly.

“Hey,” He Qingqi whispered, her voice a little more serious now, “you still haven’t answered me. You said you wanted to marry me, didn’t you?”

Zhuo Zhiwei blinked, a hint of confusion in her gaze. Her thoughts seemed to drift. “I thought…”

“You thought what?” He Qingqi’s voice was steady, but there was a spark of curiosity.

“I thought… you were just joking,” Zhuo Zhiwei murmured, her voice soft and hesitant. “I thought you only… wanted me physically, that you were just saying things to make me feel good.”

She lowered her gaze, a small strand of hair falling in front of her face, hiding the smile lingering in her eyes. “After all, we’ve only been together for a month. A month is… such a short time.”

He Qingqi chuckled at her words, her laughter deep and slow. “But even in such a short time, you already want to marry me, don’t you?”

That hit the mark. Zhuo Zhiwei’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her face turning a deep shade of red. It was as if there was a tiny bird trapped inside her chest, flapping its wings wildly.

How could she have been so shameless? He Qingqi hadn’t even fully opened up to her, and she had already shown her eagerness to marry. She stiffened her neck, her words stumbling out in a weak attempt to defend herself. “I-I was just… I only said that because you coaxed me… Things said in bed don’t count!”

He Qingqi closed her eyes, a warm smile forming on her lips as she kissed the delicate skin behind Zhuo Zhiwei’s ear, whispering, “But I meant it… what now?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s clear eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest, skipping several beats. Her feelings for He Qingqi were undeniable, but still, she tried to maintain her calm composure, putting on an air of superiority as she said, “Then… I suppose I’ll reluctantly agree.”

How adorable, He Qingqi thought, her heart melting at Zhuo Zhiwei’s words. She tightened her embrace around her, recalling how just moments ago, this woman had nearly broken into tears. It was endearing to see her act all high and mighty now, pretending she wasn’t the one who had been crying just a while ago.

It was Zhuo Zhiwei who had proposed the idea of marriage, but now that it had come to this, she was suddenly shy and unsure of how to proceed. How could He Qingqi tear her down? Her heart had softened completely. She smiled, pressing a tender kiss on Zhuo Zhiwei’s temple, her voice sincere. “I’m deeply honored.”

The room once again fell into a peaceful quiet. The weight of the day’s confessions, the lingering passion, and the gentle promise of tomorrow wrapped around them like a comforting blanket.