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I was surprised to discover that he could already drive, and he did it quite skillfully.
"Hey, you can drive this fast? Be careful!"
The man smiled slightly, a proud grin spreading across his face. He wore a casual sleeveless top, the tribal sun tattoo on his shoulder clearly visible. Around his neck hung a cross from Senior Xiao Hua, giving him a rebellious appearance. His hair was as usual—neither too long nor too short—looking fresh, yet his demeanor was very masculine.
"It's easy. Do you think I just magically appear in front of you after work?"
At any time and in any situation, I should never underestimate my ancient male deity. This was a lesson I learned in my past life, and it seemed to apply in this one as well.
However...
The car stopped under the tree at his dormitory building. As soon as I got out, he hoisted me onto his shoulder.
How annoying! I didn't even have a chance to feel nervous, retreat, or run away!
He had brought me back to the dormitory in the middle of the night. Although I understood his intentions long ago, I still felt an involuntary tension rising within me.
Qiu carried me into the room and set me down on the edge of the bed before kneeling to take off my shoes.
"Zhenzhen..." he gently called my name, sitting beside me and pulling me into his embrace.
But no matter how I looked at it, he resembled Zhang Yang. Just imagining what might happen next made me feel utterly flustered.
"Qiu... are there still descendants of the Youqiong Clan and Pure Fox Clan in this era?"
"Hmm? There should be... after all, they are our... descendants."
"What kind of lives do they lead now? Are they very mysterious?"
“……”
“Is there still a danger of the Disaster Gate opening?”
“……Ye Zhenzhen!!”
I shivered in fear, admitting that I was too nervous. I started to ramble aimlessly, losing track of the conversation.
“Zhenzhen, close your eyes and don’t be afraid.” The man’s voice suddenly softened. “Trust me, when we’re together, I will make it clear that it’s me. You look just like I’ve dreamed a thousand times, and you will definitely feel the real me. Everything will be as beautiful as it was before.”
His words eased my tension. I believed him because I had just seen him in my consciousness. But now, I had to accept this reality; only by accepting it could I start anew.
I made up my mind and nestled obediently into his embrace. I wanted to reopen the chapter of our new romance in the Twenty-First Century.
A gentle kiss landed softly on my forehead, then slid down to my lips and neck.
“Zhenzhen. You’re even more beautiful than in my dreams, more captivating…”
I felt a rush of heat throughout my body. Yes, my love. No matter how much I tried to suppress it, I longed for you. Oh my God, why did I hold back for so long? You must have been feeling restrained too, right?
My love was clearly excited as well; his breaths were audible, sending waves of tension through me In My Heart.
“Could you take it easy for a moment? This body hasn’t been touched by anyone yet, so it might…” I pleaded, fearing he might lose control in his fervor.
The man’s breathing instantly became erratic as one hot hand slipped under my shirt, reaching around to my back, eagerly starting to unfasten my bra strap.
“Who can resist words like that from you…”
Chaotic words scattered in the air, making one blush even more.
“Zhenzhen, in my previous life, I often longed for the way you are now, knowing that this is the real you. Since then, I have yearned for the moment to hold you in my arms. Zhenzhen… you often appear in my dreams… in spring dreams…”
“Disgusting!!”
I gently twisted and struggled, and his passion burned even more fiercely. He tried desperately, but with one hand, he couldn’t manage to untie my garment even after five minutes.
In ancient times, there were no metal hooks, which made it indeed a bit complicated for him. He took a deep breath and paused for a moment, seemingly looking for information in the pu left by Zhang Yang, but from the disappointment in his eyes, it was clear that nothing was stored there.
“Ah—” he let out a soft growl in frustration and reached out his hands, ready to fight against the detestable enemy.
At that moment, the phone on the table rang at just the right time.
Qiu looked defeated as he glanced at the clock; it showed: 45.
Who would call so late?
Nie Qiuyuan grabbed the phone, only to see that the name displayed on the screen was “Director.”
This was the top boss in the bureau; a personal call at this hour clearly indicated something urgent.
“Answer it, quickly!” I took charge.
Reluctantly, Nie Qiuyuan pressed the answer button.
“Zhang, get to the bureau immediately; it's an urgent mission!” The tone was completely commanding with no room for negotiation.
After hanging up the phone, Nie Qiuyuan sat dazedly on the bedside, a look of gloom on his face.
"I don't want to go!" He pouted awkwardly. "Why does it have to be at this moment?! Do they really think I'm a cop?"
"Hey, you’re not thinking of doing something to let Teacher Zhang down, are you? Besides, if you want to keep things going well in the future, you should hurry up and set off now!"
"But this is a crucial moment in my life!"
I hugged him and gently kissed his forehead.
"Who says it has to be today? There’s always tomorrow."
"I just have this bad feeling, like maybe I had too good a life in my past life and used up all my luck. So..."
"Stop being silly and just go."
"Then Zhenzhen, you have to come with me. Don’t leave me! If it ends early, I’ll take you back."
"Hey, what are you thinking at a time like this!"
"It took me so long to bring you back... I don’t care; if you don’t come with me, I won’t go!"
Reluctantly, I had no choice but to accompany the stubborn child to the police station.
"Go wait for me in my office, okay? There shouldn’t be anyone there right now. But don’t leave!" Qiu handed me a set of keys.
"I’ll wait for you in the Specimen Room. After you’re done, come find me there." I fiddled with the keys and accurately picked out the one that would open the Specimen Room.
My memory is indeed quite good.
After my conversation with Qiu, I climbed to the fifth floor and found the location of the Specimen Room. Theoretically, no girl would be willing to go to the Specimen Room at this hour, as it was filled with beautifully dissected human organs, and if luck was on my side, there might even be one or two corpses inside. However, I remembered that there was a hand-drawn Anatomical Diagram in there that was quite special. It was said to have been drawn by a senior in the department and was unlike any Anatomical Diagram I had seen in my textbooks.
Since I was waiting anyway, I might as well take this time to study the Anatomical Diagram drawn by Modern Detective that I hadn't finished learning.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, the hallway was dark and silent. However, I felt no fear at all. But as I approached the Specimen Room, I suddenly startled because the door was not fully closed, and a faint light seeped through the crack.
Is someone inside?
This was clearly abnormal.
I lightened my footsteps and quietly approached the Specimen Room. After returning to modern times, I had lost all my martial arts skills and often felt quite out of place; it seemed I would have to practice them again.
Peering through the crack in the door, I saw a stranger's silhouette sitting in front of the Dissection Table. One hand pressed down on a book while the other held a Scalpel, absentmindedly cutting something.
My gaze was first drawn to his right hand, which suddenly made my heart flutter. That hand holding the Scalpel was long and fair, flawless—beautiful enough to be considered a work of art.
I had never seen such a beautiful hand… is it really like this?
Looking again at what he was cutting, I was taken aback once more. Beside his right hand lay a pile of flowers—the same kind blooming on the large tree in the police station courtyard. He was absentmindedly slicing those flowers with the Scalpel; although he seemed distracted, his cuts were remarkably precise. In fact, judging by his posture, it felt like dissecting flowers was merely an afterthought; he was actually engrossed in reading.
It felt like he was engaged in some sort of "internal struggle."
Was dissecting flowers such a hobby? Somehow, at that moment, Old Liu's shadow did not emerge in my heart; instead, an incredible feeling enveloped me—ancient, fateful, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
The one sitting at the table dissecting flowers was a young man; I could only see his back. Instinctively, I quickly estimated his height and measurements through visual observation and arrived at an astonishing conclusion.
Even though the person was wearing a loose cotton and linen shirt, I could still discern his basic condition. He appeared to be slightly underweight, but upon observing his muscle definition and body fat distribution, it was clear that he had undergone hellish training to achieve such a physique. This was likely another formidable combat unit.
"Come in."
The sudden voice from inside startled me. However, the tone was gentle and melodious, unconsciously drawing me in as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The man casually turned his head, his gaze landing on me. Initially, he seemed detached, as if the entire world had nothing to do with him. But for some reason, when he saw me, he suddenly froze for a moment. The scalpel in his hand clattered onto the table with a crisp sound.
I too froze for a moment, not for any other reason but because of his appearance.
This man appeared to be between twenty-five and thirty years old, a complete stranger. But honestly, he was incredibly handsome!
He looked like a sculpture that had been meticulously carved from every angle, beautiful enough to make one hesitate to approach. The level of his attractiveness reminded me only of my Ancient Husband, although their temperaments were entirely different.
Late at night, in such an unusual location, to encounter such beauty was truly astonishing.
The man flipped a book over on the table with his left hand and slowly stood up. He was nearly six feet three inches tall, which made my five feet seven inches seem like I was looking up at him.
"Have we... met before?" he asked after a moment of silence. (To be continued...)
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