“Mmm… it hurts.”
At seven o’clock in the morning, the biting cold of deep winter enveloped Jingbei.
The young woman wrapped in a pale pink bedding set, however, stretched out a slender arm from beneath the covers. Her face was flushed red, as if she were unbearably hot.
“Don’t…”
Still asleep, Chi Ruanli murmured softly.
Her delicate brows were knitted together, and a thin sheen of sweat had already formed on her smooth forehead. She slept restlessly.
She turned over, half-awake and half-asleep, when her phone alarm suddenly rang.
Letting out a long breath, Chi Ruanli opened her eyes. Her bright, deer-like eyes blinked several times as she looked around the room.
After confirming that she was in her own bedroom, she covered her face with both hands.
“Why did I dream about him again?!”
Her melodious voice carried an indescribable sweetness.
This was already the third time this week she had dreamed of him!
“Phew…”
Chi Ruanli sighed heavily. Had she really become addicted to the memory?
Every time she dreamed of him, they were…
When she woke up afterward, she always felt as though she had just been pulled out of the water—drenched in sweat and completely exhausted.
It took her quite a while to recover before she finally climbed out of bed and slowly headed toward the bathroom.
Meanwhile—
In the master bedroom on the second floor of Qingyuan Villa, a dark blue bedding set perfectly embodied an air of restraint and abstinence.
On the two-and-a-half-meter-wide bed, Sheng Yanqing’s sharp brows were tightly furrowed. His thin lips were pressed together, beads of sweat dampened his forehead, and his handsome Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously…
It was obvious that he was dreaming as well.
In his dream, a little woman wearing a white mask parted her soft lips slightly and breathed in shallow gasps. Her cool, fair arms were wrapped tightly around his neck…
As if irritated by the obstruction, Sheng Yanqing suddenly tore off the mask. Yet the room was pitch black, preventing him from seeing her face clearly.
Still, her fluttering long eyelashes made his heart itch with longing. And that soft, sweet “Big Brother” whispered into his ear drove him completely out of control.
Perhaps she had been hurt. The little woman suddenly leaned forward and bit his neck.
The sharp pain made Sheng Yanqing let out a muffled groan.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already past eight o’clock.
Raising a hand to his forehead, Sheng Yanqing closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, as though savoring the lingering memory.
For some reason, a low chuckle escaped him.
He reached up and touched his neck.
The bite mark was still there.
Heh.
She really hadn’t held back.
Just as he turned over to sit up, his expression abruptly turned cold and severe.
No matter how refined and noble he usually was, he could not stop himself from cursing.
“Damn it!”
Every time he dreamed about her, he woke up in this condition. It irritated Sheng Yanqing to no end.
His sword-like brows furrowed instinctively. His perfectly sculpted jawline looked as though it had been carved by an artist, a testament to the heavens’ favoritism toward him.
Swinging his long legs off the bed, he strode toward the bathroom.
Standing nearly one meter ninety tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a powerful inverted-triangle physique, and long, firm legs, every inch of him radiated a deadly charm.
After coming out of the bathroom, Chi Ruanli sat primly in front of her vanity mirror and carefully examined herself.
Her face resembled a blooming peach blossom, her eyes shimmered like spring water, and she looked as though she had genuinely just been cherished and adored. Her youthful, innocent face carried a blend of purity and temptation.
Perhaps out of embarrassment, Chi Ruanli covered her cheeks with both hands.
A beauty mark adorned the tip of her delicate nose.
That night, he had kissed her for a very long time.
He had held her in his arms like a lover, continuously whispering sweet words into her ear.
“Ah!”
Realizing what she was thinking, Chi Ruanli let out a soft cry and buried her face against the vanity table, mortified.
A moment later, she straightened up and fanned herself with her hand.
Her cheeks were burning hot.
“I can’t keep thinking about him, Chi Ruanli.”
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she quietly encouraged herself.
She would just treat it as a dream.
After all, they would never meet again.
But who could have imagined… ?