Chapter 111 Meeting in a Dream
She turned a deaf ear to what he said and just kept walking forward. When she was about to reach the osmanthus tree, Zhao Yan grabbed her and pleaded anxiously, "Huatang..."
Perhaps because the sound was too heartbreaking, she unconsciously stopped and said, "Sir, if I want to borrow money, I can ask many people. I think Baili must be the first one to come. No matter what, it will not be your turn. Please remember what we agreed on before."
Zhao Yan felt a pain in his heart. He didn't expect her to say that. Yes, if you think about it, he is not a friend or a relative at all. He is just a neighbor who he would run into a few times on the road.
The courage that had originally brought him here with great enthusiasm was now completely gone. He could no longer take a step or speak.
He just consciously let go of the clothes in his hands and watched her close the door again.
Perhaps it was too painful, or perhaps it was too much heartbreak, she had cut off all ties with his past so decisively and cleanly, and he found it difficult to bear.
He regretted his actions today. If he had thought about it more, he might have asked someone to lend her money at high interest rates. She wouldn't have found out so quickly. He blamed himself for worrying too much and coming up with such a stupid idea.
Now she even returned the one thousand taels she had taken with her when they divorced. He was filled with pain and had no one to confide in.
He had inquired about her monthly salary at the Lamp Master's Hall, and wondered how long it had taken her to save up the one thousand taels.
At this time, the night wind blew in from the window that was not closed tightly, and just dropped the silver bills scattered on the table to the ground, and just fell into his eyes.
He just felt that this silver note was a bloody knife, cutting his heart again and again. He kept recalling the past, trying to find some sweet traces during the three years in the prime minister's mansion, but after thinking for a long time, his heart was more bitter than coptis chinensis.
In the middle of the night he finally fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps he was too concerned about her and thinking about her that he actually saw her in his dream.
In his dream, he returned to the prime minister's residence. The divorce had not yet taken place. He hurried out of the study and went to Jingya Hall, which he had thought about a hundred times. Sure enough, she was sitting in the courtyard.
Perhaps she was a little surprised to see him suddenly, her eyes were full of panic and unconcealable joy.
Zhao Yan stared at her without blinking, unable to believe that she really showed up when she was in love with him.
He ran up to her, hugged her tightly, and then eagerly looked for her face, kissing her in a chaotic and disorganized manner.
He felt sad and distressed, and wanted to crush the person in his arms and embed him into his own bones and blood, so that he could feel a little at ease.
He was heartbroken by her cold eyes and words of rejection, and he didn't want to hear the decisive words from her mouth again.
He was so scared, luckily he returned to this moment.
After so many years, he finally hugged the young girl.
She was extremely well-behaved in his arms. Apart from the stunned moment just now, she was now simply pressing her lips against his. He felt the warmth and tenderness on her lips. She trembled slightly in his arms. The two of them hugged each other tightly. He could even touch her motionless eyelashes. She was so tender and so attached.
Even he, who was closely connected to him, trembled along with it.
Everything in his arms was so real, and the reality gave rise to an extremely hidden desire in his heart.
He hugged her and kissed her with greater strength, fearing that this dream would be shattered and she would disappear.
Once, twice, three times, she softened in his arms and trembled as she called out, "Husband..."
This was the name she often called him before their divorce. Hearing it now, Zhao Yan felt his soul tremble...
He held her gently on the bed and carefully took off her clothes. Then he leaned on her and kissed her closely, from top to bottom, leaving no part untouched.
Finally, she stretched out her hands and climbed onto his shoulders, and under his tenderness, she turned into a pool of spring water.
The crimson silk quilt did not cover her snow-white shoulders, which were fair, delicate, and boneless.
The slender collarbone shows a unique charm, the long black hair is scattered on the quilt, and the fair skin and slightly red lips are like a magic potion.
He originally wanted to talk to her, but when he got to the point, he saw her dazed look and felt a warmth in his chest. The bedroom light was dim, and layers of gauze hung low. The sparkling eyes made her feel shy. She bit her lip and said, "Husband, what are you doing..."
She was still young and they seldom did this to each other, so she was a little scared when she felt pain on her lips. His face was handsome and gorgeous in the flickering light. Maybe because they had been entangled for a long time, his lips were also stained with color.
Her being so well-behaved actually made him feel a secret and violent desire in his heart. He thought so and did so.
In the second half of the night, he was afraid that this was a dream, but also afraid that it was not a dream, so he took her into his arms again. Seeing that she was sleeping well, he didn't want to disturb her anymore, so he just held her gently and fell asleep.
He seemed to have never slept so well before. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up in his arms, bit her lip, looked at him shyly, and called out again, "Husband..."
He couldn't resist and kissed her again. There was some fragrance of bergamot in the room. He smelled some of it, but it was then covered by her body fragrance. Maybe she was tired. She whispered several words afterwards, but her voice was too soft. He only heard the last two words "sleep..." The room was filled with fragrance, and warm sunlight came in from the window. Zhao Yan only felt drowsy, but his heart was full of sweetness, and he finally fell asleep.
When the cockcrowed, he was woken up and found that the place before him was no longer Jingya Hall, but his own courtyard.
He sat up suddenly, and in a panic, he touched a hand. He and her had done things together before, so of course he knew what this was. So just now in his dream, he had...
He felt a little annoyed that he had such a dream at his age. Could it be that he missed her too much and that’s why this happened?
He got up cautiously, changed his clothes and bedding by himself, and washed the sheets himself while Anfu was still asleep. He really couldn't bear to see this. He was almost 28 years old, and he actually had a wet dream...
After washing, he was no longer sleepy. He only remembered everything that happened last night, which was both absurd and sweet.
Not long after, there was a noise in the courtyard. Anfu got up and went out to fetch water and light the fire again. When he walked to the backyard, he found that the sheets, quilts, and pockets on the young master's bed had all been washed. He ran to Zhao Yan's room in shock and asked, "Young Master! You didn't wash those, did you?"
Zhao Yan forced himself to calm down and said casually, "I got up early this morning and accidentally knocked over the cup, getting it all wet."
"You can't wash it yourself, sir. Why don't you just leave it there and call me?" An Fu was puzzled.
Zhao Yan didn't want to say more, and just said lightly, "I just washed it because I had nothing to do.
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