Chapter 37 Entering the Dream
After Zheng Yaozong left, Lu Zhenyu, who had recovered, locked the door and rushed into the bathroom to wash herself twice, until red marks appeared on her skin before she was satisfied.
Too tired to blow-dry her hair, she dragged her weary body back to the dimly lit bedroom, where she loosely lay down on the sofa in front of the bed, wearing a large bathrobe.
The person fell asleep in this position, and in a daze, felt a warm hand on their neck.
She opened her eyes, half-asleep, and focused her gaze on the face so close to hers.
Lu Zhenyu was certain that this was a dream.
Shen Jingsi, who had entered her dream, leaned close to her face and looked at the wound about one centimeter long on the side of her neck. "Who did this?"
Lu Zhenyu mumbled incoherently, "Myself."
Her fingertips, which were touching the wound, trembled twice; she felt it.
In the dim light, the man, with his handsome features and deep gaze, stared at her, lost in thought.
After a long silence, he said, "You've hurt yourself again, haven't you?"
Lu Zhenyu smiled and shook her head. "It's about protecting yourself."
As he looked puzzled, she reached out and pulled him close, nestling into his arms like a soft, delicate fox. "Don't go, stay here with me."
Shen Jingsi lowered his eyes and gently rubbed her cheeks a few times, speaking in a gentle voice, "You'll catch a cold if you sleep like this."
As she spoke, she lifted the person up by the waist and carried them toward the bed. Just as she was about to put them down, she found that two hands had firmly locked their necks.
Lu Zhenyu's entire body was resisting, her muscles straining upwards. "I won't lie here."
Shen Jingsi paused in his act of releasing the person. "Be good, I'll blow-dry your hair."
She still wouldn't let go, pressing her body tightly against him, saying, "Zheng Yaozong has already lain here."
As soon as she said that, she was immediately pulled back into his arms.
"Go there and blow it."
Shen Jingsi agreed, carried Lu Zhenyu into the steamy bathroom, and placed her on the washstand.
He grabbed the hairdryer from the side and turned it on to the low setting for warm air.
In her dream, Lu Zhenyu was like a clingy little imp, her arms wrapped around Shen Jingsi's strong waist, her face pressed against his chest.
She let him blow-dry her hair, quietly feeling the man's presence and his strong, rhythmic heartbeat.
Shen Jingsi inserted his long, well-defined fingers into the roots of her hair and combed it downwards with the hairdryer. The comfortable pressure from his fingers completely relaxed Lu Zhenyu.
She looked up, her sleepy eyes slowly focusing on that handsome face.
From his smiling eyes, his straight nose, to his chestnut-red lips.
His gaze lingered there, growing increasingly captivated, and he leaned forward and kissed her.
The long fingers that were brushing aside her hair paused, and Shen Jingsi lowered his eyes to see clearly the girl's affectionate kiss.
She kissed him for a while, then stopped to look at him, her tone slightly reproachful, "Why did you stop blowing?"
Only with the buzzing of the hairdryer did Lu Zhenyu feel at ease. Once the sound stopped, the surrounding silence gave her a sense of panic, as if a beautiful dream was about to end.
"Want to brag?"
Seeing the girl nod, he lightly flicked the switch with his fingertip.
The buzzing sound continued to fill the humid bathroom. Lu Zhenyu cupped that well-defined face in her hands, shrugged her slender shoulders, and kissed him again.
This time, he put in much more effort than last time. Shen Jingsi simply stood there, letting the girls who were intoxicated by him come to demand, absorb, and invade.
The pink tip of her tongue first lightly touched the nicotine-covered lips, then slipped inside when the lips weren't looking, pried open the teeth that reeked of alcohol, and began to tease them passionately.
Then came the chin, the bridge of the nose, the eyes; every kiss was so tender, filled with boundless love.
She had somehow managed to bite his chin, her fox-like eyes, brimming with life, met the man's phoenix eyes, which were now gleaming with a wicked smile.
Does it hurt?
He smiled, his deep, magnetic voice so pleasant it stirred one's heart, "It doesn't hurt."
That really was a dream. Okay, Lu Zhenyu knew she could be bold now.
Because this is her dream, she can do whatever she wants, and no one else can interfere.
He took her long, slender, and beautiful right hand and placed it on her open chest.
Lu Zhenyu leaned in and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her warm lips brushing against his ear. "Shall we make love?"
Even the ending notes are so captivating.
Shen Jingsi smiled, his eyes growing even deeper, "Are you seducing me?"
Her lips touched his earlobe, her tongue lightly brushing against it, her sweet breath filling his ear canal. "You deliberately came into my dream to stir things up."
Lu Zhenyu felt the back and forth swallowing of the tip of his throat as his fingertips, which had been caressing and teasing the Adam's apple, moved his other hand to the smooth and delicate inner thigh and guided it upwards little by little.
“Sinking in the capital.”
"Hmm?" The man's voice was heavy, suppressing a hint of barely suppressed emotion.
Lu Zhenyu hadn't drunk any alcohol, but she squinted at him with her drunken eyes and said:
"I miss you so much."
The strong fingers pressed against the lace trembled slightly, only to be pinched by the sensitive skin.
Lu Zhenyu wrapped her arms around his slender, muscular waist and buried her face in his warm chest.
Soft, sweet moans drifted up from the gaps in the silk blouse.
"Please don't leave, stay with me."
"Is it in this house?"
"In my dream."
Lu Zhenyu's face was cupped upwards by a hot palm, and the man's handsome features gradually became clear in his pupils.
Shen Jingsi pressed his lips to her hair, his misty phoenix eyes filled with longing, "How much do you miss me?"
As she withdrew from his burning body, Lu Zhenyu looked into his eyes, and a tear involuntarily rolled down her cheek.
The grievances that had been weighing on her heart for days made her lips tremble. After a long pause, she finally managed to say in a hoarse voice, "I think about it every single moment."
I'm sorry, she lied.
What does it mean to have a wide open road and to never interact with others? She can't do it, she never can!
She simply loves this man.
Not loving him is tantamount to losing the future, losing the last glimmer of hope that allows her to live.
Shen Jingsi knew nothing of this, but he still choked up.
Why?
Because it hurts my heart.
The deepest form of loving someone is feeling heartache when you see them cry, regardless of the reason.
Shen Jingsi cradled her head in his hands and pulled her into his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of self-reproach. "I'm sorry, I'm late."
The sound of the hairdryer was enough to make Lu Zhenyu sob without restraint, but she cupped his face in her hands, letting the tears slide down his nose and lips as he tilted his head.
She smiled and said, "It's not late, it's good that you're here."
The bathroom was small, and the empty bathtub provided a constant stream of heat.
In the dim light of the bedroom, under the hazy shadows, two pairs of eyes gazed intently at each other.
They were covered in sweat, and as their breathing became heavy, the collars of their bathrobes gradually loosened, revealing glimpses of their pale, hazy skin.
Their eyes met, and in the next instant, breath caught in their throats, they almost simultaneously rushed to kiss each other.
The kiss was so intense, like a release of something that had been suppressed for too long.
Lu Zhenyu cupped Shen Jingsi's face in her hands, her fingertips seeping into his hair. No matter how deeply their lips pressed and kissed, it was never enough, never enough, never enough!
As passion stirred, the bathrobe gradually loosened, and a large hand slid down her slender waist, removing the obstructing white gauze.
With a thud, the belt fell to the ground!
Shen Jingsi looked down and searched, and the limp body on the stage leaned back in response.
Lu Zhenyu's hands, which were supporting her behind her back, suddenly clenched tightly, then loosened slightly as they tightened to the bone, before tightening again, releasing a swell of pleasure as he buried his face in her mouth and bit her.
Shen Jingsi emerged from his bathrobe, intending to brush away the annoying tail...
Just at the crucial moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Young Madam."
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