Chapter 1: Dreaming of Marrying My Childhood Friend in a Past Life?

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The wedding night.

Before the floor-to-ceiling window, two entwined silhouettes moved in an intimate embrace.

“Ah…”

Qiao Zhen’s hands were pinned above her head, held fast. Her lips were a vivid crimson, parted with soft, honeyed gasps.

Behind her, the man’s Adam’s apple moved with a subtle swallow as he gripped her delicate waist, his voice low and mesmerizing:

“Be good. Call me.”

Forced to tilt her head back, Qiao Zhen’s beautiful eyes filled with tears as her sweet voice trembled:

“Qin Yichi…”

He was the boy who had grown up with her since childhood.

Every vein in the man’s body pulsed with heat, yet his hunger was not sated. He bent close to her ear, his breath scalding:

“Zhenzhen, it’s time to change how you address me.”

His tempting, husky voice vibrated through Qiao Zhen’s ears, a shiver running down her spine as masculine pheromones overwhelmed her senses.

Desire flooded her.

Qiao Zhen’s mind went blank; she clung to him, murmuring softly, “Husband…”

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The images from her dream surged through her mind, leaving Qiao Zhen drowsy and dazed.

“Next stop…” The bus’s automated announcement chimed suddenly.

Qiao Zhen stirred from the warmth of that embrace, her eyes fluttering open in confusion.

She was startled to find herself locked with the deep, obsidian gaze of a young man.

The lighting inside the bus was dim. The youth’s sharp brows, star-like eyes, and finely sculpted nose gave his profile a striking, almost intimidating beauty—dangerous, yet utterly captivating.

He wore a jet-black jacket, an untamed, rebellious energy radiating from every line of his body.

A familiar masculine scent enveloped her, burning hot.

Qiao Zhen, still muddled, blurted out instinctively:

“Husband?”

Even she was unaware of how sweet her voice sounded, dripping with a coy tenderness, like a kitten’s paw scratching at one’s heart.

Qin Yichi froze, his brows drawing together as he stared at her, his gaze turning shadowed and unreadable—a hint of danger flickering in his eyes.

After a long moment, he replied, “Hmm?”

The word had barely left his lips when Qiao Zhen snapped back to reality, as if struck by lightning.

Wait!

She—she’d actually confused dream with reality, calling Qin Yichi—still a freshman in college—her husband?

Σ(っ°Д°)っ!!!

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Qiao Zhen’s heart raced, her face flushing a rosy pink. She stammered in embarrassment:

“I—I said you’re an old mutt! Just a slip of the tongue!”

She peeked up at him, praying he wouldn’t misunderstand. She absolutely, positively had no improper thoughts about him.

Qin Yichi leaned back, his lips curving in a subtle, knowing smile as he chuckled softly:

“Oh~”

His tone was mocking, his expression screaming, “I don’t believe you.”

Mortified, Qiao Zhen turned away to stare out the window, gradually calming herself as she mulled over that dream.

During the holidays, these dreams had come one after another—so vivid, so closely matching reality.

It was as if—

She had glimpsed fragments of her past life.

The more she thought, the more her eyes prickled with tears.

A sour ache welled in her chest, threatening to drown her.

Everyone knew she had a hopeless crush on Ji Xian—the aloof campus idol from Beijing University. She’d chased after him all through high school into college, always trailing in his shadow.

At the slightest word from Ji Xian, Qiao Zhen would appear before him, heart in hand—obedient, gentle, humble to a fault.

In her dream of her past life, she’d pursued him for over five years, dated him for two. Seven years in total.

Seven whole years.

Even when Ji Xian’s friends mocked her as “vain” and “delusional,” she’d still devoted herself to him.

On his birthday concert, she’d waited with hope, only for Ji Xian to break his promise again, leaving to meet his childhood friend at the airport instead.

His tone was cold: “Qiao Zhen, stop being unreasonable.”

—Unreasonable.

The word stabbed into her heart like a thorn, twisting deep, leaving wounds upon wounds.

Only then did Qiao Zhen awaken, her heart plunged into despair.

All along, she had meant nothing to him…

Though it was only a dream, she felt as if she’d been swept away by a tidal wave—her chest tight with suffocating pain, her heart shattered.

It was too real.

As if she had truly lived it, truly grieved it.

At the thought, her nose tingled and her eyes burned uncontrollably as she lowered her head in desolation.

Just then, the bus suddenly veered sharply to the right.

Caught off guard, Qiao Zhen lost her balance and toppled helplessly to the side:

“Ugh…”

She crashed into Qin Yichi’s warm chest, her hand landing hastily on his thigh.

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His searing warmth enveloped her.

Qiao Zhen’s fingers instinctively tightened, her mind going blank.

A muffled groan escaped Qin Yichi’s throat, light as a feather brushing Qiao Zhen’s ear: “Don’t touch me like that.”

His voice was deep, magnetic, tinged with an emotion she couldn’t name.

It sounded exactly like in her dreams—or perhaps, even more youthful and raw than the Qin Yichi she’d known there.

Qiao Zhen’s ears turned pink. She apologized timidly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Her tone was unnatural, more distant and awkward than usual.

Qin Yichi seemed to sense something was off. He asked in a low voice, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Qiao Zhen blinked away the sting in her eyes, met his casual gaze, then quickly looked away, shaking her head lightly:

“No… not at all.”

In her past life, she’d been a modest singer in the entertainment industry.

While Qin Yichi—he was a top-tier motorcycle racer, bringing glory to the nation by winning second place at the world championship and the Asian title.

Dazzling and unrestrained, with those godlike looks, his fame rivaled the hottest celebrities—his popularity downright terrifying.

Rumor had it that the line of girls wanting to ride pillion on “God Chi’s” motorcycle stretched all the way to France.

But somehow, after she’d broken up with Ji Xian, she’d ended up marrying Qin Yichi!

Qiao Zhen clenched her clothes, biting her lip as a tiny voice in her heart screamed in denial.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible! (Serious face)

How could she have married Qin Yichi in her past life?

How could that have happened—it made no sense at all…

And most crucially, she’d even dreamed of her wedding night—how Qin Yichi had…

^＞⸝⸝⸝⸝＜^

The more Qiao Zhen thought, the more flustered she became, her cheeks turning a deeper red, ready to combust.

“Are you really not feeling unwell?” Qin Yichi suddenly leaned in, bending close as he studied her carefully.

Qiao Zhen nodded blankly, dazed.

Then, Qin Yichi’s gentle, alluring voice whispered in her ear:

“Then why are you blushing?”

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A sweet, fluffy campus romance about a little bunny carried off to the wolf’s den! No tragic heartbreaks, only the childhood sweetheart rising to claim his place! Loads of sweetness!

Note: [Due to review requirements, the high school setting has been changed to university. All main characters are adults.]

♡ Every girl is not some humble speck of dust, but a radiant pearl. ♡