Wei Zheng's lips were warm and dry. It's the only feeling in my head, and that's why I love alcohol, because alcohol washes away all the personal thoughts in your mind, and allows you to seriously savor the skin, hair, temperature, and body curves of the person in front of you.

I stared at his angular face seriously, not like Cui Ziyu at first sight, like bitter tea, I had to take a sip and take a closer look at the taste of self-contained romance that came out slowly. I love his lustful yet clean pupils. I have seen men who have been in the work, some of them are indulgent, some are silent, some are depressed, and more are proud of the spring breeze, and I have seen all kinds of eyes full of desire, but without exception they are always cloudy or dim. But Wei Zheng's eyes are different, there is always light in his eyes, bright and thorough. There was a Gu in his eyes, and I couldn't help but indulge in it when I always sucked it, and began to think, I was very satisfied with this state, and this feeling of always looking forward to reading him, but never being able to read and not being able to read through it fascinated me even more.

Early morning. I woke up in a daze, the curtains were drawn very tightly, and the yellowish light at the head of the bed poured on Wei Zheng**'s upper body, although his muscles relaxed a little because of his heavy sleep, my eyes slowly slid down with his broad shoulders and sunken waist, and his no longer young but still full figure was really attractive.

Wei Zheng turned over, his eyes half-squinted, his warm big hands carefully brushed the broken hair in front of my forehead, rubbing my forehead with his palm, over and over again, I grinned silently, seriously indulging in his intoxicating and warm gaze. He gently stretched out his arms, put my head in his arms, and gave me a clear but memorable kiss.

That's nice.

Many years later, when I look back on this morning, I still feel like it was one of the few days I felt the warmest. I have a mother who loves me and cares about me, a powerful and secret father, and I have a job to feed on, but in more than 20 years of life, no one has really touched my spiritual world. They give me what they think I want, but they never stop and ask me, what do you really want?

In fact, I can't tell whether Wei Zheng's dream is my dream or not.

Or am I just applying Wei Zheng's ideals at the right time to break my shell of mediocrity and mediocrity. The salted fish character I have been trying to create is only because my inner voice cannot be heard by others, and I don't have the courage to talk to the people around me. But at this moment, with Wei Zheng, I don't expect his dream to last long, but it is also a great thing to be able to peel off a shell of the onion world, and for the first time in my life, I thank God for letting me meet Wei Zheng.

Back to the days of working in the reincarnation department, every day is tormented and full of hope. I wanted to reach out to Huang Shang more than once, but I was afraid to hear about the loan failure. During this time, Hanyan didn't arrange the task of reincarnation for me, more of some desk paperwork.

The days of sorting out the paperwork also gave me a respite—I was able to recycle my thoughts, carefully read each life story, proofread the typos, and check the consistency of the information in the written and computer systems to ensure that everyone was correctly reincarnated into the family they had chosen to be born into.