5 – He really likes this beautiful dream
A few minutes later:
Jiang Yihan lay on the bed, his body resting but his eyes fixed on the woman beside him. He allowed the petite woman next to him to stroke his face, her gaze filled with heartache as she looked at him.
Was she feeling sorry for him?
What was she feeling sorry for?
This scheme she had devised this time, paying the price of kissing him and holding him, was far too great and too realistic.
He knew full well that her kindness toward him was all fake, yet he couldn’t help but cling to it greedily.
If only… if only she could always treat him like this, how wonderful that would be.
“You rest in bed, and I’ll go make you a nourishing soup, okay?” Bai Ruanruan stroked the man’s dry, pale lips, looking at his handsome but pallid face, her guilt deepening even further.
It was all because of her that he had ended up in such a state.
She had poisoned him, so she had to detoxify the poison in his body.
At that moment, Jiang Yihan’s eyes darkened, his long fingers clenching the blanket tightly.
The dream… shattered.
So this was her plan—she still hadn’t given up on continuing to ravage his body.
Jiang Yihan lowered his long lashes, a mocking smile curling his lips, his voice hoarse: “Okay.”
He could drink her personally made soup again. How wonderful.
Bai Ruanruan tucked the blanket around him: “Then wait for me.”
Just as she was about to stand up, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man. Jiang Yihan pursed his thin lips, his fiery eyes seeming to melt Bai Ruanruan: “I’ll go down with you.”
If she went to make soup, he wouldn’t be able to see her for a long time again.
Today, she was unusually willing to wear a false mask, coaxing him. He wanted to see a little more of her treating him kindly.
Bai Ruanruan pressed him back onto the bed, her voice soft: “No, making soup takes a long time. It’s better for you to lie down and rest now. Be good, wait for me in the bedroom.”
As she spoke, Bai Ruanruan leaned down and kissed the soft hair on his forehead: “I’ll come back up in an hour, okay?”
At that moment, Jiang Yihan’s eyes seemed to reflect thousands of stars, sparkling brightly.
She was kissing him again!
Just as Bai Ruanruan stood up, surprise, excitement, and various other emotions intertwined. Jiang Yihan finally couldn’t hold back, his breathing growing heavy.
He grabbed the girl’s wrist, cupped the back of her head, and urgently kissed her delicate lips, prying them open, tangling, and storming straight into her territory.
Bai Ruanruan was startled by him, but after a moment, the corners of her lips lifted. She simply sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the man, wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
Faced with her response, Jiang Yihan was stunned at first, then the corners of his eyes gradually turned crimson.
The kiss was rough, with a hint of ferocity, carrying the taste of blood.
He was going crazy!!
He loved this beautiful dream so much.
In this dream, she would kiss him, get close to him, and speak to him softly and gently.
Most importantly, she didn’t resist his touch and even responded to his kiss.
He wished this dream could last forever, that she could keep deceiving him like this.
The passionate kiss lasted for who knows how long. When it ended, Bai Ruanruan’s cheeks were flushed, and the delicate ears peeking out from her hair were red as if about to drip blood.
“I’ll go down now? I’ll come back up as soon as the soup is done. It’ll be quick, at most an hour.”
Jiang Yihan leaned against the bedside, the corners of his eyes tinged with a flush, his gaze suppressing restraint and endurance: “At most an hour. If you haven’t come up after an hour, I’ll go down to find you.”
Bai Ruanruan chuckled softly—he really was a clingy one.
Finally, Jiang Yihan reluctantly, gently kneaded Bai Ruanruan’s wrist before letting go, his voice hoarse: “I’ll wait for you.”
“Okay.”