“Baby, how about we don’t use a toy tonight? Could you… use me instead?”
The cramped rental apartment was lit by a flickering, low-quality fluorescent bulb.
Huo Yan knelt on one knee in front of the battered folding sofa. His gray undershirt was soaked through with sweat, and beads of it slid down the bridge of his high nose.
He held a pink toy in one hand and tilted his head back. His downturned eyes were filled with an almost unbearable longing.
Jiang Li leaned against the sofa, the tips of her toes pressed against Huo Yan’s chest.
Her gaze was fixed on the man before her.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs.
Incredible. This erotic dream was really worth having tonight!
With character design like this, it would be a waste not to use him in an otome game.
Jiang Li’s toes slid downward along the contours of his muscles.
They stopped at the front of his pants and gave a light hook.
The heat she felt was astonishing. Even his heavy breathing seemed to pour straight into her ears.
“Baby… may I?” Huo Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
His hand closed around Jiang Li’s ankle, and the toy in his other hand dropped to the floor with a clack.
He braced his other hand against the edge of the sofa and leaned forward.
Most of his body loomed over her, an intense wave of masculine hormones washing over her.
“Baby, don’t move around. I’m afraid I… won’t be able to control myself,” he murmured.
Jiang Li raised an eyebrow.
That line.
That tone.
The person in this dream was quite good at adding his own drama.
Jiang Li was just about to tease him a little more when Huo Yan suddenly lowered his head and rested his forehead against her knee.
“Are you in a good mood today, baby?” There was a hint of probing in his voice. “Or have you… finally stopped being angry with me?”
Angry?
Did this dream have a plot, too?
Her dreams had always been a jumbled mess, and the people in them had never spoken.
Was this an upgrade?
“I’m not angry. I just wanted to try a new toy,” Jiang Li replied perfunctorily.
It was only a dream, anyway. Once she woke up, who would remember whom?
“A new toy? Do you mean this… or do you mean me?” Huo Yan lifted his head, his expression somewhat complicated.
Jiang Li stared into his eyes.
His eyes were truly beautiful. Their outer corners drooped slightly. His features were striking enough to be almost aggressive, yet those eyes gave him an air of grievance.
Jiang Li brushed her toes against his thigh. “I want to try both.”
“Fine. Whatever you say, baby…”
Huo Yan let out a muffled groan and abruptly rose to his feet.
Before Jiang Li could react, he had lifted her off the sofa.
“W-wait… What are you doing?” Jiang Li instinctively braced her hands against his shoulders.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to try?” Huo Yan looked down at her and strode toward the bedroom.
The rental apartment was only thirty square meters; it took him two steps to reach the bed.
This dream’s progress bar was moving far too quickly.
Had it skipped the foreplay entirely?
Huo Yan tossed her onto the bed and smoothly dropped to one knee beside it.
“Where did you put the toy?” he asked, looking up at her.
Jiang Li looked at him, her mind suddenly going blank. “Forget it. I’ll just use… you.”
Huo Yan said nothing. He only stared at her as his Adam’s apple bobbed several more times.
Then he lowered his head and gently bit her ankle.
The bite was not hard, but it was enough to leave her tingling.
His warm breath brushed against her skin, and the tingling sensation shot straight through her bones to the crown of her head.
Jiang Li instinctively pulled her foot back.
This was far too realistic!
She could even feel the sharpness of his teeth with perfect clarity!
“What are you hiding from?” Huo Yan’s thumb rubbed over the ring of teeth marks, his eyes like electrified hooks.
Jiang Li swallowed. Then she steeled herself.
What was there to be afraid of? It was her dream, and she was in charge here!
She simply extended her other foot, sliding her toes upward along the outside of his thigh.
“You’re… very different tonight.” Huo Yan’s breathing instantly grew ragged.
“Don’t you like it?” Jiang Li tilted her head, her long hair spread across the pilled bedsheet.
“I like it. I like you no matter what you’re like, baby.” The pressure of his thumb increased.
Jiang Li slowly sat up.
“What do you like me like best?” Jiang Li asked, looking down at him from above. There was a hint of languid, spoiled arrogance in her voice.
“I like… the way you are now, when your eyes contain only me.” Desire churned in the depths of Huo Yan’s eyes.
Jiang Li looked at him. Why did his gaze always make her feel as though he was about to devour her whole?
No. This was her dream.
No matter how wild the beast was, it could only be her pet.
“Then perform well.” Jiang Li withdrew her foot and fell back onto the bed.
Her long hair spread out beneath her, and the neckline of her clothes fell slightly open.
Huo Yan stopped holding himself back. His tall body pressed down over her.
His shadow completely engulfed Jiang Li.
With his rough fingertips, he traced the lines of Jiang Li’s brows and eyes, bit by bit.
At last, they stopped on her lips.
“Baby.” His voice was very soft.
“Mm?”
“When you wake up tomorrow, don’t pretend you don’t remember me.” Huo Yan lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touching hers.
Jiang Li gave a quiet laugh.
Who would remember him after waking from a dream?
“…Mm… I know…”
That soft gasp seemed to be the final straw that shattered his self-control.
Huo Yan abruptly lowered his head and kissed her.
Jiang Li was kissed until she could hardly breathe. Her hands instinctively pressed against Huo Yan’s hard chest.
It was too real.
Jiang Li could not help letting out a muffled whimper.
Huo Yan’s movements grew increasingly feverish.
His hand slid along Jiang Li’s waist and slipped beneath the hem of her clothes. The heat of his palm was astonishing, burning enough to make Jiang Li flinch violently.
“Are you cold?” Huo Yan noticed her trembling. His movements halted, and he drew back slightly.
“No.” Jiang Li panted, the corners of her eyes glistening.
Huo Yan stared at her flushed cheeks, then pulled off his gray undershirt and tossed it casually onto the floor.
The perfect lines of his muscles were intensely striking beneath the dim light.
This character design was lethal.
Jiang Li propped herself up and touched him directly.
His skin was scorching beneath her fingers, and his muscles tensed sharply beneath her caress.
“Your heart is beating so fast,” Jiang Li murmured.
“Because of you.” Huo Yan seized her hand and pressed it firmly against the left side of his chest.
Something was wrong.
A trace of clarity flashed through Jiang Li’s mind.
This was too real.
The sting on her lips, the heat of his body, even the rough texture of the bedsheet…
Could an erotic dream really make all five senses this vivid?!
She suddenly widened her eyes and stared fixedly at the face in front of her.
Why did he look more and more familiar?
That hairstyle, that body, those scars on his skin…
Wait!
Wasn’t this the crazy male lead from the novel she had just stayed up all night finishing?
He was the male lead. Who was she?
This plot…
Could she be his foolish, vicious, gold-digging drama-queen ex-girlfriend?
The male lead was Chaebol Heir Huo Yan!
He had money, looks—everything.
The original host had to have had something wrong with her head.
In the original novel, the original host despised her rough-edged boyfriend for being poor. She was throwing a fit about breaking up and planning to pack her things that very night to become a wealthy heir’s kept woman.
And what happened?
The rich heir went bankrupt and jumped from a building.
Huo Yan dragged the original owner back and turned her, alive, into an exquisite specimen that could neither speak nor escape, placing her beside his bed.
Turned into a specimen? Oh, hell no.
Huo Yan’s lips pressed down toward hers again.
Jiang Li abruptly turned her head away.
“What is it?” Huo Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her.
Jiang Li’s scalp prickled.
She could not show weakness.
The original owner was a drama queen. If she suddenly became obedient now and broke character, this crazy man would definitely grow suspicious.
“The bed is too hard. It’s digging into my back and hurting me. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m not in the mood.”