Lin Luo opened her eyes, meeting a pair of familiar, hauntingly profound pupils.
“Mm!” A vague moan escaped from her lips.
Upon clearly seeing the person, the pain Lin Luo felt was overwhelmed by her...
It’s said that when you die, you can see the scenario you remember most vividly from your lifetime.
But she was reliving the pain of her first aggressive assailment by Huo Yuchen, this time, she had no escape.
“Didn't imagine Miss Lin would be so passionate.” His voice, heavy with desire, echoed in Lin Luo's ears, carrying his usual playfully sarcastic tone.
“Mm...” Lin Luo’s hands wrapped around his neck, lifting her face slightly, she stuttered, “It hurts!”
The next morning.
“Lin Luo?”
In her sleep, Lin Luo felt a hand poking her face. She buried her face into the man's sexy chest and mumbled, “Huo Yuchen, stop it.”
Seeing her tender yet entirely natural pose, Huo Yuchen was somewhat stunned. He resumed poking her face.
“Lin Luo!”
Jeez! Irritated, Lin Luo opened her eyes and said disgruntled, “Huo Yuchen, piss off, you're annoying.”
Huo Yuchen “...”
The little woman in his arms staring at him so angrily gave him a strange sense of deja vu, as if they had been in this state countless times before.
Lin Luo lazily closes her eyes, seeking another comfortable position, intending to sleep further.
After a while, she noticed something wrong. All her senses suddenly sharpened.
Wasn't Huo Yuchen supposed to be dead?
She, too, had committed suicide by gunshot.
And yet, the person next to her evidently has warmth.
Thinking of this, Lin Luo abruptly sat up in bed, accidentally pulling at a painful spot and let out a soft gasp.
The surrounding furnishings appear familiar.
She stared at the Huo Yuchen in front of her, the face is still as bewitchingly handsome, but his deep eyes were frivolous and naturally carefree, completely devoid of the maturity and elegance that comes with time and experience.
He looked exactly like ten years ago.
Lin Luo's mind seemed to explode, her fingertips slowly stretched towards his intact chest. Not to mention any wound, there's not even tiny scar. She whispered with a touch of pity in her tone, "Huo Yuchen, does it hurt?"
Huo Yuchen slightly raised his eyebrows, counter-questioning, "Why would it hurt?"
Right! Without a wound, how could it hurt? But he clearly took a bullet in his heart to save her, didn't he?
She touched the back of her head again, still no gunshot wound.
The current situation, along with the person in front of her, led Lin Luo to finally realize something.
She had been reincarnated.
She found herself reborn on the night she had been cunningly framed by Lin Chuxue, experiencing a chaotic night with Huo Yuchen.
Suddenly, she leaped forward and held Huo Yuchen tightly. The feeling of surviving a catastrophe was as if it had been there decades ago, but here she was, able to hold him in reality.
Huo Yuchen, Huo Yuchen!
She silently screamed his name in her heart, deeply stuck in the memories of her past life. The man before her... was her husband whom she had been married to for ten years in her past life.
Her soft lips slowly fell, placing a warm kiss on his chest, filled with deep affection and care.
Huo Yuchen lowered his head, watching the woman who willingly fell into his arms. His lips curled up in amusement as he turned her over to press her beneath him.
With a smirk playing on his lips, the man declared, "I'm a man."
Lin Luo was somewhat uneasy at his brazen, arrogant countenance for a moment. She hesitated slightly before clumsily asking, "So?"
"So..." Huo Yuchen leaned closer to her ear, his thin lips slightly parting to say, "I would feel something."
Lin Luo fell into a daze for a moment, "Uhm... be gentle!" Her delicate brows furrowed unconsciously.
The man above her was insatiable, as Lin Luo, experiencing such a situation for the first time in this life, was already in pain yet she didn't have the heart to push him aside.
An hour later!
Huo Yuchen lazily leaned against the head of the bed, his hand fiddling with her hair strands. His tone was cold as he brusquely asked, "So, what trick do you want to play this time?"
Laying beside him, Lin Luo had mysterious traces on her bare back. Exhausted as though she had been disassembled, she couldn't even lift a finger, nor did she want to respond to him.
However, her mind was racing. In fact, she had met Huo Yuchen when they were very young, but their families were at odds. So, every time she encountered Huo Yuchen, there were nothing but cold taunts and veiled insults - their relationship could only be described as tense.
Last night, it was the eighteenth birthday of her nominal sister, Lin Chuxue. After drinking a glass of wine brought by her, Lin Luo felt like her body was on fire. Clinging to her last shred of sensibility, she fled the scene, but bumped into Huo Yuchen, who was drunk. The ensuing scene was reminiscent of what happened the previous night.
Just like in her past life, the only difference was that this time she didn't cry and curse him as a bastard.
A meaningful smile played around the corners of Lin Luo's mouth, "Guess!"
Huo Yuchen snorted dismissively, pulling his hand away from her hair, "You'd better behave. Your little tricks are nothing in front of me."
Half-closing her eyes, Lin Luo enjoyed being by his side, but instinctively retorted, "If you're afraid I have a plot against you, why bother saving me? What's wrong with you?"
At her words, Huo Yuchen pinched her chin and scrutinised her face, "How does the old saying go again? 'To die under a peony tree, even as a ghost I'd be carefree.'"
Lin Luo clicked her tongue lightly, swatting his hand away, warning him, "If you're done 'being carefree', it would trouble Mr Huo to forget about this incident, okay?"
Huo Yuchen released her and rolled out of bed, "Now you're scared, huh? Young and misguided, even learning to dose people. Tell me, open your mouth, would Lin Hao break your legs if he knew you slept with me?"
Far beyond breaking her legs, in her past life, she had even been thrown out of the house.
And it was because of this that Lin Luo harbored lifelong regrets, blaming everything on Huo Yuchen.
"Mr Huo isn't normally such a blabbermouth, right?"
"Well, that depends. The scent of wild roses is quite delightful. Who knows, I might take a liking to it."
Bearing the pain in her body, Lin Luo laboriously sat up, "Huo Yuchen, actually I was framed last night, I didn't know it was you at all. Even if I wanted to mess with you, I wouldn't risk my own body."
Hearing this, Huo Yuchen glanced at her sideways, his voice cold, "I sure hope so." With that, he turned and entered the bathroom.
Looking at his disappearing figure in the bathroom doorway, Lin Luo collapsed onto the bed.
I actually got a second chance at life.
In this life, she hadn't yet been thrown out of the family by Lin Hao, her younger brother was still alive, and the truth behind her mother's suicide had yet to be revealed - she had every intention to find out.
As for Huo Yuchen, as she watched his shifting silhouette against the blurred glass of the bathroom, thinking of those ten years of the mutual torture they put each other through, she couldn't help blinking back tears. Huo Yuchen! In this lifetime, I swear I won't let down your feelings for me again.
Given another chance by fate to relive my life, I will strive to become stronger, to rewrite all the tragedy from the past life.
