Yu Se could not wake up from this dream, and could only use his hands to tightly grip the silk sheets, even curling his toes and straining until the newly laid silk sheets became soaked through with sweat.
“Feng Yinchen.”
Within his dream mutters, Yu Se anxiously called out this annoying name, seemingly wishing to break free from this psychedelic dreamscape and return to reality and clarity by means of his cries.
Yet the Feng Yinchen in the dream was like a coercive and domineering beauty snake, tightly binding him and entangling him, leaving him to sink on the edge of being both painful and sweet.
Feng Yinchen’s figure grew increasingly blurry within the dream, yet simultaneously fierce and real. His voice echoed by Yu Se’s ear over and over like a spell, provoking the deepest emotions within his heart.
Struggling, Yu Se tried to catch a single thread of reason, only to find himself sinking deeper and deeper, as if he were destined to be forever lost in this maze of dreams woven by Feng Yinchen.
Ultimately, the small black snake slowly loosened its coiled, writhing body. Perhaps it heard Feng Yinchen’s name, or perhaps it tasted a wondrous flavor from the air brushed by its tongue tip.
In any case, Elman the little black snake crawled out from beneath Yu Se’s quilt, moving like it had an installed precision positioning radar as it traced the original route back to the corner of the wall, returning once more to the hazy obscurity of the dim shadows.
Right on time, it was 5:30 in the morning.
A pale white light broke across the horizon, and the first rays of morning light began to pierce through the gaps in the curtains, drilling into every corner of the building.
Feng Yinchen had just finished half an hour of morning exercise and was currently standing shirtless in front of the exercise equipment, performing his final set of stretches.
Sweat trickled slowly down his exquisite collarbone, dripping onto the floor and producing a faint sound. His muscle lines were smooth and powerful, as if every single muscle contained boundless strength.
Feng Yinchen’s beauty undoubtedly possessed a contradictory nature; however flawless his face was, his physique was equally capable of making people’s eyes burn with heat.
Yet his beauty also possessed an inclusive quality: as long as you didn’t strip away any of the clothes on his body, you would never guess what terrifying things were hidden beneath the neck of such an enchanting beauty.
Finishing his stretches, Feng Yinchen retrieved a bottle of Fillico from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and drank deeply with satisfaction.
Feng Yinchen cherished every single opportunity to exercise. If he failed to fully unleash the potential of his body, he would feel as though the entire day had been wasted.
In other words, he particularly treasured his present health, refusing to allow his physical state to experience even the slightest decline.
Elman the little black snake frequently shuttled back and forth through the entire mansion, to the point where every single room featured a specially reserved hole that Feng Yinchen had people leave for it, making it convenient for it to come and go freely.
Elman also seemed to thoroughly enjoy this feeling of being valued. Whenever it slithered from one room to another, it always appeared exceptionally cozy.
It was especially cozy today, so much so that it was over-cozy. Just as Feng Yinchen was standing in place having finished drinking his water, it descended like a bolt from the blue, plunging straight down from the ceiling’s hanging floral lampshade to land squarely on top of Feng Yinchen’s head.
Miraculously, Feng Yinchen’s expression remained completely unchanged, utterly devoid of any panic. He allowed the little black snake to slowly find its balance, drooping down from his sweat-drenched head onto his shoulder step by step.
Feng Yinchen murmured lazily, “You finally went wild enough for one whole night, and you remember to come back?”
Speaking of Elman, his origins and connection with him were exceptionally profound, making him even more intimate than the three Feng brothers.
He was the proof that he was alive.
Elman seemed capable of understanding his teasing. Like a spoiled puppy, it took the initiative to wrap its snake tail around Feng Yinchen’s shoulder while its head went to affectionately rub against Feng Yinchen’s lips.
“Bad thing.”
Feng Yinchen allowed it to indulge in seeking affection, when suddenly he caught a whiff of a strong, salty, musky scent.
Unlike his own super-high-hormone scent, this was an even more primitive and pure sensation, as if carrying the natural fishy scent of egg whites.
This immediately caused Feng Yinchen to feel displeased. Pinching Elman’s vital seven-inch spot, he lifted it up to reprimand it, “Hey, you are no longer your past self; you’re an orchid beauty snake now. Don’t always sneak out to steal bird eggs to eat, alright?”
“Truly, you can’t go a single day without being disciplined.”
Just as Feng Yinchen was heading to take a shower, he hoisted Elman up to soak in the bath with him, taking the opportunity to wash away the fishy scent between its scales.
At the same time.
Yu Se was also squatting on the bathroom floor, scrubbing the underwear he had changed out of last night with a displeased expression.
It was stained thick and fishy, and after being scrubbed seven or eight times in warm water, it still felt impossible to clean thoroughly.
Feeling deeply ashamed, Yu Se blurted out a curse for the very first time in his life.
Damn it, is this the stirring of springtime emotions?
Just recalling the absurd dream he had last night, where Feng Yinchen possessed such seductive beauty that it turned his world upside down, it was no wonder that upon waking up early in the morning, his very first reaction was finding his underwear soaked and chilly.
Dammit, truly dammit!
Yu Se whispered a warning to himself, “Are you out of your mind? Could it be that you’re harboring such filthy fantasies toward Feng Yinchen?”
The movements of his hands grew increasingly fierce, as if he desperately wanted to scrub a hole right through the underwear on the spot.
Perhaps because of such an embarrassing incident earlier.
Therefore, when Yu Se traveled alongside Feng Yinchen once more, he proactively took a seat in the front passenger seat of the car.
Feng Yinchen had a habit when riding in cars: he never liked excessive conversation while driving. Even when speaking, he only asked about necessary matters.
Yu Se kept worrying that the other person would ask him how well he had slept last night.
Naturally not well, of course not well.
Aside from studying diligently and striving to be a qualified doctor, in all other aspects of his life, matters concerning love and the like remained an unexplored territory for him.
Let alone the most complex and inscrutable romance among the seven human emotions and six sensory pleasures.
The moment Yu Se thought of this, his cheeks turned slightly pink without his conscious control.
He stole a glance at Feng Yinchen, who was currently absorbed in teasing the little black snake. That exquisitely contoured face appeared exceptionally calm, fully proving that this person had definitely not crept into his room last night.
I let weird desires rule over me for an entire night, while before this, my dreams were as clean as a blank sheet of A4 paper.
Yu Se secretly pulled out his phone and searched online to figure out what it meant when a person had spring dreams.
[When sexual suppression or sexual desires remain unsatisfied, spring dreams may appear in one’s slumber.]
Yu Se was studious by nature, yet upon seeing this explanation, he was evidently dissatisfied. A doctor’s soul is pure and unblemished, including explanations like so-called suppression.
He continued swiping the screen to search for a more scientific and reasonable answer.
However, most of the answers revolved around resolving physiological needs, which left Yu Se feeling somewhat irritable.
His understanding of love and sex was still in a rudimentary state; how could he be slapped with the label of sexual suppression just because of a temporary dream?
[Psychological pressure, anxiety, depression, and other emotional states are also highly likely to affect sleep quality, leading to dreams filled with the vitality of spring.]
It makes sense, this makes a lot of sense. After all, I just finished Feng Zhile’s surgery yesterday.
Prepared to quietly close the web page, Yu Se decided not to obsess over this issue any further.
Right at that moment, another analysis regarding dreams popped up on the page.
[Internal desires often appear in dreams in the shape of a snake, symbolizing unsatisfied cravings and impulses in the subconscious.]
Yu Se: “…”
He glanced back at Feng Yinchen, who was taking a light nap, along with the little black snake resting quietly around his neck.
That little black snake seemed to harbor immense goodwill toward him; whenever Yu Se looked at it, it would swivel its perspective to gaze back at him from afar.
Most likely because I’ve been looking at this snake too much. After all, what you see by day, you dream of by night.
The lightly napping Feng Yinchen finally couldn’t hold back his laughter, saying lazily, “Am I that good-looking, Doctor Yu?”
Yu Se was caught red-handed. Even though he had never possessed the habit of peeping at anyone, Feng Yinchen’s voice was low and hoarse.
It was cut from the exact same cloth as the voice that had intertwined beside his ear, around his body, and across his legs all night long.
A wave of spring breeze suddenly swept across Yu Se’s face, blooming a tree after tree of bright pink peach blossoms, and even his earlobes, usually the least prone to heating up, flushed red to the point of dripping blood as if they had been sucked on for a long time.
He actually felt quite like admitting it.
Feng Yinchen was inherently a very gorgeous person, captivating enough to fixate one’s gaze upon him.
Yet at this very moment, his superficial, simple infatuation with him seemed to have entered some sort of more mystical realm.
Am I simply fixated on his face, or have I started eyeing his body too?
So hard to analyze!
Se-se sighed.
Following days of meticulous care, Feng Zhile’s physical condition gradually improved, and his complexion grew ruddier as well. After undergoing an ultrasound examination, it was confirmed that the embryonic bud within the uterus was developing normally.
Without a doubt, Xiao Junyao was the happiest person among them all.
Feng Zhile had always liked mature and steady people, and Xiao Junyao’s meticulous thoughtfulness made him even more fond of him.
From unfamiliar to familiar, the relationship between the two progressed exceptionally smoothly.
Well-traveled and knowledgeable, Xiao Junyao always managed to find the most fitting topics to make Feng Zhile laugh head over heels, while Feng Zhile was likewise willing to listen to Xiao Junyao’s work-related worries. Although he couldn’t offer any substantive advice, listening to the naive thoughts of a young person could also be considered a novel way of relieving boredom.
In Feng Yinchen’s description, the interaction mode of these two had completely entered the initial stage of an older husband and a young wife.
To express his gratitude to Yu Se, Xiao Junyao specially invited Doctor Yu to dine at Longcheng’s most renowned restaurant.
Feng Yinchen acted directly as Yu Se’s mouthpiece, stating, “What’s so great about eating? The dishes at that restaurant don’t live up to their name at all; even my snake wouldn’t deign to take a single bite of them.”
Considering the child was still tightly gripped in the other person’s hands, Xiao Junyao rolled his Adam’s apple hard and forced the retorts back down his throat.
Enduring what ordinary people cannot endure is the only way to successfully win a delicate, beautiful wife.
Xiao Junyao pulled out a checkbook from his breast pocket, signed his name on one of the pre-prepared checks, tore it off, and handed it to Yu Se. “A token of my appreciation, I hope Doctor Yu won’t find it abrupt.”
Doctor Yu wasn’t someone who put on artificial airs either; since the other party was being this generous, he saw no need to hide or hold back, intending to accept it with both hands without filling in excessive zeros, just enough to purchase a brand-new comprehensive obstetric and gynecological treatment machine.
As expected, the nuisance of a Feng family head popped up at the opportune moment, reaching out to block that blank check with the resolute declaration: “Whom are you trying to insult? What Doctor Yu wants is concrete medical equipment, not a bounced blank check.”
Xiao Junyao’s mouth twitched slightly, though he still had to maintain a gentlemanly smile on the surface, while refusing to let the preening hypocrite off the hook.
“Judging by Uncle’s tone, you’ve already figured it out for me, haven’t you? Exactly how I should use this check.”
Stop! Stop right there!