0030 *Crassula ovata* (Part 1)

"I love your home, and I also love..."

Zhan Yaoguang held her breath and listened intently, but her voice suddenly became soft and faint.

The red lanterns adorning the water towers on both sides of the You River all fell into the riverbed in an instant, stirring up ripples of gold on the water.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept up before the boy's eyes, swirling and distorting everything in its path.

“Afu—” He tried to reach out and pull her, but instead a large expanse of clear, overflowing white light appeared out of thin air.

His mind cleared instantly, and Zhan Yaoguang opened his eyes to a soft, red silk curtain. A gentle spring breeze flowed into the room, causing the curtains to sway gently, and a warm fragrance lingered on the couch.

Sure enough, what he thought about being in the southern borderlands just moments before was a dream; he was still in Chang'an, Dali, in her boudoir.

The last words he heard before waking up echoed in his mind—

She said she liked his home, but then she was about to say what she liked?

For a moment, Zhan Yaoguang even wanted to wake her up and ask her what was going on, but then he belatedly realized that it was his own dream, so how could she know?

The boy lay there absentmindedly for a while, then suddenly remembered something, reached down to his lower body, and then awkwardly withdrew his hand.

He had a wet dream, still on her bed.

It's obvious that this kind of thing was inevitable.

Because in her dream, she allowed him to enter her body.

His massive member was tightly enveloped by her wet, warm, tender vagina, and was sucked with each trembling breath, making him sweat profusely with pleasure.

Just thinking about it makes my penis feel like it's about to get hard again.

Zhan Yaoguang dared not lie down any longer. He glanced to his side and saw that Shu Fu was sleeping peacefully with her back to him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully got off the bed, lifted the covers and saw that the bed was clean and there was no filth left. Only then did he feel truly relieved. Feeling guilty, he hid in the bathroom.

A few breaths later, Shufu slowly woke up.

The girl's face flushed crimson, her heart pounded like a drum, and she tightened her damp, limp legs, clutching a soft, plush blanket in her hand, burying her face completely in it.

What kind of dream did she have...?

The first half of this dream was fairly normal.

Her mother finally gave up the idea of ​​letting her continue the marriage with the Liang family. She took her to the most magnificent carriage in the mansion, followed by dozens of powerful servants, and they went to the Liang family in Xuanyi Lane in a grand procession.

They threw the marriage certificate in Liang Zhiyan's face, cursing him for breaking his promise. He was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head and obediently returned her marriage certificate.

She would feel relieved and content if the dream ended there.

But then, her mind wandered, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a place she had never heard of before.

She inexplicably put on a local outfit, yet seemed somewhat different from the locals.

Because the top she was wearing was missing a section at the waist, and she wasn't even wearing any underwear.

She found a patch of lush reeds by the water's edge and hid there, carefully guarding against anyone who might discover her.

At the same time, she curiously observed this completely new world that was hers to look at.

This place seems to be located in the southern region, with humid air and rivers winding through the plains.

The local people possess a magnanimity and uninhibitedness quite different from those of the Central Plains. They sing loudly, drink and dance, and both men and women are equally carefree and unrestrained.

Later, she waited for Zhan Yaoguang, and the young man held her in his arms. Together they listened to a live sex show.

Then, as if seduced, the two tentatively kissed and approached each other, eventually leading him to insert his penis into her body.

The boy's skill in this matter was extraordinary; he could always accurately reach the most vulnerable and sensitive spot in the flower path.

The empty starlight was shattered by the impact, and the space between the legs was emptied countless times, only to be instantly filled again.

That pleasure was so real and moving, even in my dreams.

Shufu recalled Zhan Yaoguang's words from the previous night.

If what he said is true, that what she saw in her dream was what she thought, then wouldn't she want to be with him...?

She really is... she really is...

Shu Fu's head buzzed, and she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from the next room. She immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.

Zhan Yaoguang closed the door, tiptoed to the bedside, lifted the curtain, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He watched her quietly for a while, then suddenly stretched out a finger and playfully touched her pink cheek, then moved it up a little bit, brushing against her eyelashes.

The boy gave a satisfied and joyful smile.

She's so beautiful.

When she woke up, he asked her if he could kiss her again.

Shu Fu had her eyes closed in nervousness, her heart pounding, wondering what he was going to do. But all she felt was a slight tickle on her face, like being stung by a dragonfly in the sunshine.

She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The girl's bright eyes shone, her rosy cheeks were delicate, and her appearance was beautiful and captivating.

“You’re finally awake,” Zhan Yaoguang thought, finding her even more beautiful. He looked directly into her eyes and asked sincerely, “Can I kiss you one more time? I’ve already rinsed my mouth.”

Shu Fu's smile froze. She straightened up and quickly shrank to the inside of the bed, saying sharply, "No!"

She held her hand to her lips, watching him warily: he had kissed her too eagerly and too forcefully yesterday, and in the heat of the moment she hadn't noticed until today that she had discovered a small cut on her lips.

"Why? You clearly liked it when I kissed you last night," Zhan Yaoguang said, puzzled. "You let me kiss you when I wanted to, and you didn't refuse when I stuck my tongue out. You even licked me then!"

It seems that he only got an erection when her tongue touched his lower lip.

"Zhan Yaoguang!" Shu Fu, enraged, kicked him. The force wasn't great, but it effectively shut him up.

...

After washing up and having breakfast, Shu Fu kept replaying the scene from her dream in her mind. She thought to herself, she now knew how to write the policy essay that Li Miao wanted.

She went to Shu Rongguang's study.

Shu Rongguang was a scholar by nature, and loved reading all his life. He even set aside a courtyard in his mansion specifically for storing books. Apart from the important official documents displayed in his private room, all the other books were open to the public for reading.

The sheer number of books in the Shu residence could be described as "vast and numerous," but fortunately, Shu Rongguang had categorized and organized them, so finding them when needed wasn't too difficult.

Following the instructions, Shu Fu picked out a few books about the history and culture of southern Xinjiang before returning to Chunwanlou.

Looking through the window that day, one could see sparrows chirping in the green trees, a gentle breeze swaying the verdant leaves, and the whole courtyard was filled with the gentle warmth of spring.

For Shufu, only now did the first round of spring rains truly come to an end.

So the girl stood before the fragrant gauze window and instructed the boy to move the desk from the west room to the window.

Although Zhan Yaoguang was still a little annoyed that he hadn't been able to kiss her that morning, he still helped her move the table.

Shu Fu arranged the books she had brought in a few places and began to read them carefully.