My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 132 Should we go together?
When they kissed, Zhou Heming and Lu Bai both closed their eyes.

Therefore, they did not notice that Cheng Shuangjiang had woken up.

The girl stared intently at the two people who were engrossed in their conversation. She pursed her lips, then slowly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

For a moment, the lips parted.

Lu Bai's face was flushed, whether from the heat or from the passion he had just experienced, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his smooth skin, contrasting with the pale pink color, making him feel an urge to pull her into his arms.

Lu Bai glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was still "sleeping," smiled mischievously, raised her hand to signal for silence, then stood up and indicated that she was going to the restroom, asking Zhou Heming to wake Cheng Shuangjiang while she was away.

Lu Bai probably thought that waking her up like this would make Cheng Shuangjiang feel a little awkward.

As Lu Bai entered the restroom, Zhou Heming gently shook Cheng Shuangjiang, who was leaning against him.

She slowly opened her eyes, still seemingly a little sleepy, but when she saw Zhou Heming's face, she immediately straightened up and looked to Zhou Heming's right.

Where is Lu Bai?

Cheng Shuangjiang asked, seemingly confused.

"She went to the bathroom."

Zhou Heming looked down and glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang's hand that was gripping him.

Cheng Shuangjiang immediately pulled her hand away and looked away.

"Sleepy."

It was unclear whether she was explaining her earlier behavior or describing her current state.

Cheng Shuangjiang's legs felt a little numb, and she tried to get up, but couldn't sit up straight.

Zhou Heming immediately supported her wrists and shoulders.

Slender and petite, accompanied by a certain memory, left Zhou Heming somewhat stunned.

"Thank you."

Cheng Shuangjiang put on her slippers, got up, and walked towards her bedroom on the third floor.

Zhou Heming watched her leave, and soon after, Lu Bai came out of the restroom.

"She went back to sleep."

Zhou Heming said something.

"Are you sleepy?"

"I just took a nap, so I'm not sleepy yet."

Lu Bai shook her head and sat down next to Zhou Heming. She seemed to have really gone to the restroom and splashed some cold water on her cheeks, but even so, her cheeks were still flushed.

Zhou Heming turned off the living room lights, randomly pressed the TV remote, and switched to a documentary channel.

Fortunately, the operators still had a conscience and didn't release any pornographic content late at night; instead, they showed documentaries like Animal World.

A deep, resonant voice began to narrate, but neither of them had any interest in watching the strange and wondrous natural world; instead, they continued their previous entanglement.

Lu Bai straddled Zhou Heming's lap, their bodies pressed tightly together, embracing each other, their heartbeats intertwined.

The sound of the television masked the low, melancholic, and sticky breathing. Zhou Heming could sense that Lu Bai wanted to confirm his existence through this. It was an almost instinctive urge as painful memories of the past were being revealed and uncertainty about the future loomed.

"actually."

Between breaths, Lu Bai pressed his forehead against Zhou Heming's and murmured softly.

"A-Qian has told me a lot about you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Heming suddenly became more alert. He stared into Lu Bai's eyes and saw his own reflection in them.

"Although she only spent a short time with you, it was during the time she spent with you that she truly became herself."

Lu Bai's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had been thirsty for a long time, and only Zhou Heming could relieve this dryness.

"She longs for you and wants to see you again. This could be a budding infatuation, or it could simply be her yearning to escape her past life."

Like a drowning person grasping at a straw, no matter what it is, he will hold on tightly and refuse to let go.

For Lu Qian, Zhou Heming was like a future possibility. Long troubled by her father, her sister, and her own inner self, Lu Qian had no resistance to Zhou Heming.

"I admit that my initial interest in you was influenced by Lu Qian. She mentioned your name so many times and recounted countless short moments you spent together."

This is similar to a competitive spirit, which gives rise to curiosity.

"I may have already developed feelings for you because of her before I even met you."

Listening to Lu Bai's story, Zhou Heming, who had his arm around her waist, nodded slightly.

"I know."

He replied.

"I say this to tell you."

Lu Bai raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek.

"Although our meeting was not so pure and accidental, my love for you was based on my own free will, and no one can interfere with my love."

"Solemn and resolute," Lu Bai said softly.

"I know."

Zhou Heming responded.

Just like Cheng Shuangjiang, who was reborn.

The budding of affection and love may not be based on simple mutual attraction, but the will to pursue it comes from one's true self.

Cheng Shuangjiang was like this, and so was Lu Bai.

Zhou Heming is the same.

Because Lu Bai had witnessed the conflict between Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang over the purity of their love, she was even more afraid of it.

Therefore, Zhou Heming wanted to tell the girl in front of him in a more profound and certain way that she was the one he had firmly chosen.

With a mingled breath, Zhou Heming stole all of Lu Bai's next words, chewed them up carefully, swallowed them, and savored their bitterness and sweetness.

After a moment, Lu Bai stared at Zhou Heming. She bit her lower lip, took off the bracelet on her right hand, and then used it as a hair tie to gather her hair into a simple ponytail.

Zhou Heming's field of vision was completely occupied by Lu Bai.

In the dimly lit living room, the light and shadow of the animal documentary fell on the two people who were deeply moved, and the humorous narration enveloped all the rustling and whispering.

So much so.

Two people deeply immersed in love.

Neither noticed.

Cheng Shuangjiang stood alone in the shadows of the stairs.

He stared at them expressionlessly.

Only when the boy let out a low, long sigh did Cheng Shuangjiang turn around and silently climb the stairs.

*
Lu Bai, wearing slippers, ran towards the second-floor restroom.

She turned on the tap and rinsed and brushed her teeth vigorously, but her mouth still felt astringent.

Zhou Heming tidied himself up, stood up, and came behind her. The mirror reflected their flushed, sweat-drenched faces.

"If I wasn't worried about disturbing my grandma, I would really like to take a shower."

Lu Bai put down his toothbrush and muttered something.

Although it didn't get on my hair or face, I was still a bit sweaty and uncomfortable.

"It shouldn't be too noisy on the second floor, right?"

Zhou Heming put his arm around her waist, causing Lu Bai to turn around and kiss the girl's pale cherry-colored lips.

"Do you want to take another shower too?"

Lu Bai let out a soft moan and asked Zhou Heming's question while biting his earlobe.

"You go first."

As Zhou Heming spoke, he checked the hot water.

The solar water heaters used here were popular in the past. Their advantages are no longer apparent, but their disadvantages are quite obvious: the water temperature is not very high, especially in winter.

"Do you want to come together?"

Lu Bai suddenly spoke up.

Immediately realizing what she had said, she blushed deeply and looked away.

"You go first."

Zhou Heming couldn't help but cough twice and fled the restroom as if running away.

Although their relationship is no longer purely platonic, they haven't crossed the final line yet, and it's too early for them to be completely honest with each other.

of course.

If the two of them do this a few more times...

Zhou Heming felt that it was only a matter of time before he lost control of himself.

If it weren't for the fact that Cheng Shuangjiang was in the living room and bedroom today, and that they hadn't made any prior preparations, Zhou Heming probably would have already lost control and demanded everything that Lu Bai owned.

Zhou Heming now thinks that Liu Xiahui was able to remain unmoved by the woman in his arms because he didn't even know her. If she had been his beloved, he probably wouldn't have been able to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.

The bathroom door closed quickly, and the sound of running water could be heard.

Zhou Heming subconsciously glanced in the direction of the stairs.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like someone was watching them from the stairs.

But the place was empty, and there was no sound of anyone going up or down the stairs.

It was probably because the two men's behavior just now was so bold that Zhou Heming was still shaken.

Since he had only sweated a little, a quick rinse would do the trick, and Lu Bai came out quickly. Zhou Heming also took a simple warm shower.

By the time the two finished cleaning up, it was almost two o'clock.

They turned off the TV and tiptoed up the stairs.

Grandma's room was quiet; if you listened closely, you could hear faint snoring.

Pushing open the door to his bedroom, Zhou Heming saw Cheng Shuangjiang lying on the makeshift bed he had prepared for her in the dimly lit room, seemingly already asleep.

There were three makeshift beds on the floor, and she slept in the one closest to the door.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai gently closed the bedroom door and lay down.

Zhou Heming was on a makeshift bed on the floor between the two of them, while Lu Bai was near the window. Although a mat had been laid out, the floor was still quite hard. As Zhou Heming turned over, Lu Bai suddenly snuggled into his arms and cuddled up to him.

The two whispered sweet nothings to each other before closing their eyes and falling asleep.

Don't know how long it has been.

Even the summer insects fall silent as the countryside night descends into utter darkness and stillness.

Cheng Shuangjiang slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at Zhou Heming lying down and Lu Bai sleeping next to him, pursed her lips, and then sat up.

Using the light filtering through the curtains, she gazed at the sleeping boy.

This was the most familiar sight to her.

This was completely unfamiliar to her.

Cheng Shuangjiang stretched out her hand, her fingers tracing Zhou Heming's nose, mouth, and neck from his forehead.

Gazing at the face that was once so close, the girl gently bit her lower lip.

Then, bend down.

Her soft, pale cherry-colored lips gently pecked Zhou Heming. The boy in his dream was a little dazed, but he responded.

The girl closed her eyes, savoring the sweet yet poisonous kiss.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

She looked at the still-sleeping boy, who seemed to lick his lips as if he hadn't had enough.

"The 109th time."

In the darkness, the girl murmured softly.

*
When Zhou Heming woke up, he felt a little out of breath.

He opened his eyes and saw that Lu Bai was mostly lying on top of him, fast asleep.

Turning around, I saw that Cheng Shuangjiang had already gotten up and even folded the blankets.

Zhou Heming reached for his phone and glanced at the time; it was a little after eight in the morning.

Lu Bai could sleep a little longer without waking the girl. Zhou Heming carefully crawled out, stretched his limbs, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Grandma was busy in the kitchen.

Cheng Shuangjiang was standing next to her grandmother.

"Oh dear, you're a guest, how can I let you help me?"

Grandma grumbled, but Cheng Shuangjiang wouldn't let it go, and was chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife.

It looks like they're going to cook noodles to make a topping.

"Grandma, please sit down and rest. Watch your phone or TV for a while. I'll take care of things here."

Cheng Shuangjiang said softly.

Grandma looked at Cheng Shuangjiang with satisfaction, nodded, and returned to the living room, where she saw Zhou Heming who had just finished washing up.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Zhou Heming scratched his head.

“Look at Cheng Shuangjiang, she gets up early and even helps make breakfast, while all you do is sleep.”

Grandma said with a hint of disdain.

Sure enough, I was only the apple of my family's eye on the first day after returning home; from the second day onwards, I was disliked.

"Lu Bai is sleeping too."

Zhou Heming defended himself.

“Ah Bai works so hard all the time, what’s wrong with him sleeping a little longer?”

My grandmother fully demonstrated her double standards.

"I'll go help make breakfast."

Zhou Heming had no intention of arguing with his grandmother. He simply responded and slipped into the kitchen.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at him, said nothing, and continued cutting tomatoes, seemingly preparing to make tomato noodles.

Zhou Heming picked up the eggs from the kitchen counter, cracked them into a washed bowl, and whisked them with chopsticks.

"Grandma was just saying it casually; she didn't mean to blame you."

Cheng Shuangjiang's voice came softly from behind him.

"Um, what time did you get up?"

"It wasn't early. I had just finished washing up when you came down."

Did you sleep well last night?

no respond.

Zhou Heming turned around and saw that Cheng Shuangjiang seemed to be focused on cutting tomatoes into chunks.

"Fortunately."

Her voice came softly after Zhou Heming continued beating the eggs.

"What about you? What time did you go to sleep?"

"I forgot, maybe around one or two o'clock. Later I watched a documentary for a while."

For some reason, Zhou Heming felt guilty, as if he had been caught red-handed.

He should have been open, honest, and assertive.

"Does it look good?"

"What?"

"Documentary."

Cheng Shuangjiang's voice was somewhat cold, no longer as gentle as before.

"It's alright, it's an animal documentary."

Zhou Heming secretly glanced at Cheng Shuangjiang, who was turning on the tap to wash the kitchen knife.

"I'll do it."

Zhou Heming glanced over and noticed that besides tomatoes, she had also chopped a scallion and prepared star anise.

Cheng Shuangjiang responded and remained standing to the side.

Heat the wok, add oil, and Zhou Heming glanced to the side.

"Be careful not to get splashed with oil."

"Ah."

Cheng Shuangjiang took a half step back, staring at the pot.

Pour in the eggs, stir-fry until cooked, scramble them, and remove them from the pan. Then pour in a little oil, and Zhou Heming put in the scallion segments and star anise to fry until fragrant.

The rich aroma of scallions filled the entire kitchen.

Once the scallions are golden brown, he adds the diced tomatoes, pours soy sauce along the edge of the pot to enhance the aroma, adds water, adds the scrambled eggs, and brings the water to a boil over high heat.

"We can wake Lu Bai up now."

Zhou Heming muttered something.

"I'll watch over her, you go and call her."

Cheng Shuangjiang spoke up at this moment.

"Okay, wait for the water to boil before adding the noodles. Hmm, you should know how to make it."

Zhou Heming recalled that he and Cheng Shuangjiang used to make this for breakfast often in the mornings, and she was the one who taught him how to make it.

No wonder Cheng Shuangjiang was able to prepare scallions and star anise in advance.

"Ah."

Cheng Shuangjiang took over Zhou Heming's position.

Zhou Heming went upstairs, opened the door, and saw Lu Bai drowsy and half-awake.

He called out to her, and the girl groggily opened her eyes. As soon as she saw Zhou Heming, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him, asking for a good morning kiss.

A faint toothpaste scent lingered between the two of them, and Lu Bai hummed, seemingly quite satisfied.

"My mouth still feels a little astringent."

She licked her lips and murmured.

"sorry."

Zhou Heming apologized first.

"It's okay, I asked for it myself."

Lu Bai smiled and stood up.

"and."

She leaned close to Zhou Heming's ear and whispered.

"I don't find it annoying either."

After he finished speaking, a subtle silence fell over the room.

Both of them blushed and dared not look each other in the eye.

dong dong dong-

Just then, a knocking sound came from the door frame.

The two turned around.

Cheng Shuangjiang, dressed in a dress, stood at the door, looking at them with a hint of helplessness.

"Breakfast is ready. Uncle Liu said he'll pick us up at 9:30 to go to the cemetery."

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