Shulan fell asleep immediately in the comfortable water temperature.

He Fengmian stood outside, but when he found there was no sound inside, he frowned. He didn't call her immediately, but waited for a while longer. When he found there was indeed no sound of water, he knocked on the door: "Shulan."

When there was no response, they had no choice but to knock gently on the door.

But at this moment, Shulan was only immersed in her dream, in which she saw her grandfather get up early in the morning and practice Tai Chi in their own yard.

Aunt Cao, whom they had hired, was making breakfast. Mom and Dad had just woken up, my brother was still asleep, and my little cousin, carrying her schoolbag, was saying goodbye to Grandpa and getting ready to go to school.

Everything is as it was before.

"Shulan." He Fengmian called out twice, and when no one answered, he knew she was asleep.

I wanted to push the door open, but I was afraid of being impolite.

She could only knock on the door again: "Shulan."

But at this moment, Shulan felt as if she were in another time and space. She looked at the people she loved there, but they couldn't see her. Her eyes welled up with tears: "Grandpa."

"Dad, Mom, Third Uncle, Third Aunt...Brother..."

She rarely thinks about her family, because even if she did, she wouldn't be able to come back, and it would only make her feel bad for nothing.

But today, when she saw her family members by the Bodhi tree, she couldn't help but feel emotional.

Seeing that they had emerged from the pain of their own deaths, she smiled through her tears and said, "I'm relieved to see that you're all alright."

When He Fengmian realized he couldn't be woken up, he disregarded all decorum.

He used his internal force to force the door open, strode inside, and didn't forget to close it behind him.

It was still the same as when he left. The bathing area was blocked by a screen, and Shulan's clothes were draped over the screen, the steam still lingering.

He disregarded everything else and went behind the screen, where he saw Shulan leaning against the tub, her face flushed and her eyes closed.

Inside the bucket, long, black hair was scattered, as if in a nightmare.

It's lucky that he didn't slip into the bucket and suffocate.

He wanted to hug her, but knowing she was completely naked, he could only squat down, gently pat her arm, and softly call out, "Shulan."

Shulan slowly opened her eyes, staring at him with unfocused eyes.

"Shulan," He Fengmian asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Do you want to get up?"

Shulan said, "Jianxing, I just had a dream."

Looking at her like this, He Fengmian felt a pang of inexplicable pain in his heart, and asked softly, "What dream did you have?"

At this moment, Shulan smiled, but her eyes were slightly moist as she whispered, "I dreamed that they were all well and no longer sad. That's wonderful."

"Shulan." There was heartache in her voice.

Shulan suddenly reached out, grabbed his neck, and kissed him.

At this moment, her wet hair clung to her shoulders and back, her neck glistening with water, and when she stood up, she was surrounded by the beauty of spring.

He Fengmian froze, feeling a sudden heat in his nose, which then spread from his nose to his brain, and from his brain to his entire body and a certain spot.

His gaze shifted repeatedly before he finally returned the kiss.

Before their lips parted, he lifted her out of the tub, kissing her as he carried her to the bedside, where he laid her down and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm." Shu Lan gave a muffled "Mmm," her soft, kitten-like voice driving He Fengmian to the brink of madness.

But he gritted his teeth and asked in a hoarse voice, "Shulan, do you know what you're doing right now?"

He is neither a saint nor a monk; he has normal desires for the people he loves.

He wanted to possess her, he wanted her to be his, he was almost driven mad by it.

Now that he has this opportunity, he doesn't want to give it up, but if she's unwilling, he won't force her.

In response, Shulan leaned in and kissed him, whispering in his ear, "So, what are you waiting for?"

He Fengmian's eyes instantly turned dangerous, like a wolf that had brought its prey into its den, enjoying its meal to the fullest.

Outside the window, an autumn breeze blew by, as if knowing that the red curtains inside were billowing and quietly rolled up, not daring to look at the shy scene inside.

...

The next day.

When Shulan got up, the sun should have been close to noon.

Lying in bed, she didn't want to move.

She couldn't possibly have lost her memory last night, and she knew what she was doing.

At that moment, I felt an urge to do something crazy.

She felt no shame about sleeping with men, especially men she liked.

Afterwards, I found that I wasn't as sore and weak as I had imagined, and it wasn't like the novels described, where my whole body felt like it was about to fall apart.

It was truly stimulating; when he kissed me, I felt an electric shock.

It was truly exhilarating; the man was well-endowed and skilled in bed, which was very satisfying.

She was very satisfied with this man, both in terms of his personality and his personality; he was definitely worth it.

I stretched and then heard a knock on the door.

He Fengmian's voice rang out from outside the door: "Shulan, I'm coming in."

Shulan said lazily, "Come in."

He Fengmian walked in: "Shulan, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Even though his face didn't show it, his eyes were full of joy and tenderness.

However, he kept his eyes fixed on Shulan, carefully observing his expression.

Shulan couldn't help but speak up when she saw him like this.

He waved to him.

Seeing He Fengmian come to her side, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek: "I'm hungry, I want to eat the noodles from that place last night."

After being kissed by her, He Fengmian felt completely relieved and was in a great mood.

She said softly, "Okay, I'll buy it for you. After you eat, do you want to rest for a bit?"

"No, let's go to other attractions after we finish eating."

I lifted the covers and got ready.

He Fengmian happened to see the mark on her neck.

This was the result of her work last night. Her eyes darkened, and her voice became slightly hoarse: "Good."

Shulan secretly chuckled at his flirtatious demeanor, but it was quite normal. At twenty-two, he was already experiencing romantic feelings, so it was perfectly normal for him to be easily aroused.

However, she was really hungry now, having used up too much energy the night before, and urgently needed to replenish it.

The two went downstairs, and after checking out of Section Chief Jiang's room, they went to the noodle shop they had stayed at the night before to eat noodles.

This noodle shop isn't big; it's run by a middle-aged couple. Yesterday, I saw their seven or eight-year-old son helping out.

The noodles here are very chewy, and the soup is very delicious. Shulan likes it very much.

After finishing their meal, the two rode Jingfeng once again toward Yizhou.

The weather has been lovely these past few days, with a gentle autumn breeze. The scenery is beautiful, and the fields are laden with fruit.

While the border town had already finished its harvest and was covered in snow, people here were just starting to harvest.

He Fengmian watched her lean against his chest, squinting her eyes as she enjoyed it all, her eyes full of smiles.

I plan to tell her the message I received this morning: "Shulan."