Enchanting Dreams
A silent, sweet fragrance filled the air, even more intoxicating than the lingering aftertaste of osmanthus wine.
The light cast their shadows on the wall, overlapping intimately, as if it were meant to be that way.
However, this tranquil and beautiful moment did not last long.
"Master, I've made a hangover soup, you..."
Yin Lan, carrying a porcelain bowl, pushed open the door and entered while speaking.
When she saw the scene inside the room, she stopped talking abruptly and stood still at the doorway.
Pei Qingwu and Gu Heng were sitting side by side, their hands clasped together.
Pei Qingwu's face flushed, her eyes lowered slightly, showing a hint of unease, while Gu Heng's face was filled with barely concealed excitement and nervousness, his ears turning so red they almost bled.
Anyone who sees this scene can instantly understand what the room had been like just moments before.
Yin Lan was taken aback for a moment, then a look of understanding flashed across her eyes.
But she was experienced, and quickly regained her composure, a slightly teasing smile on her face, as if she hadn't seen anything. She said naturally, "Oh, Ah Heng is here too. Perfect, boss, drink this hangover soup while it's hot and get some rest. We'll be busy tomorrow."
She placed the hangover soup on the table beside her, her gaze sweeping lightly over the two still clasped hands. Her smile deepened, but she considerately refrained from pointing it out, saying only, "I'll go out first. Call me if the master needs anything."
After saying that, he turned around and closed the door, leaving the two people inside who were instantly awakened and hurriedly let go of each other's hands.
Their hands were separated, but the burning sensation and the enchanting atmosphere from before seemed to still linger on their fingertips and in the air.
Gu Heng seemed to have just come to his senses. He suddenly stood up, his cheeks flushed red. He didn't dare to look at Pei Qingwu again and stammered, "Master... you... you drink the soup... I... I'll go out first!"
After saying that, he practically fled in panic.
Pei Qingwu watched his flustered back, then looked down at her own hand, which still seemed to retain his warmth, and her face flushed.
She picked up the bowl of still-warm hangover soup and slowly took a sip.
A sweet and slightly sour taste spread across her tongue, just like the complex and indescribable emotions she felt at that moment.
The moonlight outside the window was perfect, its gentle glow casting a soft silver hue over everything in the courtyard.
Gu Heng almost stumbled back to his little house.
With his back against the cold door, he could still clearly hear his heart pounding wildly in his chest, the sound so loud it seemed to shatter his eardrums.
The soft touch of Pei Qingwu's skin seemed to linger on his hands, and her unique scent seemed to linger around his nose.
Shi Dayong had also drunk quite a bit today and was fast asleep. Gu Heng glanced at him, hastily took off his outer garment, and blew out the lamp.
Then he buried himself in the blankets, trying to suppress the heat in his body and the throbbing in his heart.
But as soon as I closed my eyes, all I could see in my mind was Pei Qingwu's image from just now—
A flushed face under the lamplight, hazy eyes glistening with moisture, and...
Her hand, which she never broke free from, and her silent consent.
He tossed and turned in bed, the bedding a jumbled mess, until late into the night, exhausted both physically and mentally, he was finally dragged into a deep sleep.
However, sleep is not a peaceful place.
In a daze, he found himself in a bridal chamber decorated with great festive spirit.
Everywhere you look, there is a deep, intense red.
Bright red silk adorned the beams and pillars, and large red double happiness characters were pasted on the window frames. On the table burned dragon and phoenix wedding candles as thick as a child's arm, their flickering flames illuminating the entire room as bright as day, while also casting a warm, ambiguous glow.
He was wearing a brand-new crimson round-necked robe, clearly the wedding attire of a groom.
An unbelievable yet incredibly desirable thought surfaced in his mind.
Driven by this thought, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the bed covered with a bright red brocade quilt depicting mandarin ducks playing in the water.
A woman dressed in an elaborate and gorgeous green and blue jeweled dress was sitting on the edge of the bed.
The wedding dress was layered, mainly in shades of blue and green, embroidered with gold and silver, and adorned with pearls and jade, exuding the utmost luxury and elegance.
A thin, misty red silk fan partially obscured the woman's face. Through the hazy red fabric, he could clearly see her familiar silhouette and her crimson lips, which held a faint smile, beneath the silk.
It was Pei Qingwu.
"Master, Master?"
Gu Heng heard his own voice trembling in his dream, filled with unbelievable ecstasy.
In the dream, Pei Qingwu did not answer, but simply raised a slender hand, her fingertips stained with bright red nail polish, and gently moved the round fan aside.
Those eyes, so familiar to him, were now radiant, filled with endless smiles and tenderness, gazing at him intently.
Seeing him standing there in a daze, she reached out her hand to him, and the gold bracelet and jade bracelet on her wrist made a crisp and melodious clinking sound with her movement.
“Aheng…”
She called to him, her voice softer and more melodious than usual, with an alluring hook: "Aren't you coming over?"
Gu Heng seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, and involuntarily walked forward and sat down next to her.
The bed was so soft it felt like he could sink into it, and a rich, sweet fragrance enveloped him.
He was so nervous that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and could only stare blankly at the beautifully dressed bride so close to him.
In her dream, Pei Qingwu was bolder than usual. She chuckled softly, leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He suddenly found himself in a warm, soft embrace.
Gu Heng froze instantly, his breath catching in his throat.
He could clearly feel the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest, and the sweet scent of her breath brushing against his ears and neck, sending shivers down his spine.
"elder sister……"
He murmured unconsciously, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Um……"
She responded softly in his ear, her breath like a feather, gently tickling his most sensitive nerves.
Her cheek was pressed against his, and the temperature where their skin touched was frighteningly high.
Pei Qingwu tilted her head slightly, her soft lips brushing lightly against his earlobe.
Gu Heng groaned, feeling an indescribable heat surge from his lower abdomen, instantly engulfing his limbs and bones, burning away all his reason.
He instinctively tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace. Her slender, supple waist seemed so delicate it could be broken with the slightest force.
Pei Qingwu tilted her head slightly in his arms, her eyes misty with tears, gazing at him dreamily, her red lips slightly parted, as if making a silent invitation.
Her dark hair was a little disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty cheeks, adding to her alluring charm.
Her slender, delicate hands also became restless, slowly sliding down his taut back, carrying a scorching heat that ignited a prairie fire wherever they touched.
"Aheng..." she called him again, the last syllable drawn out with a captivating allure: "Do you like me?"
"I love it! I love it!"
He responded urgently, almost shouting, as if he wanted to pour out all his surging love.
Seemingly feeling that words were insufficient, he lowered his head again, trembling, trying to capture the red lips that had tempted him for so long.
It was softer and sweeter than he had imagined.
Her two red lips were like flower petals soaked in honey, allowing him to suck and pluck them almost clumsily.
The initial tentative kiss was quickly overwhelmed by a surge of passion. He instinctively deepened the kiss, prying open her teeth and chasing after even deeper sweetness.
Their breaths became completely disordered, burning and intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.
The kiss caused Pei Qingwu to let out a sob.
The sound did not bring him to his senses; instead, it was like pouring hot oil on the already raging fire in his heart.
He still held her waist tightly with one hand, while his other hand eagerly reached for her elaborate, towering hair.
Those gold hairpins, combs, and pearl flowers that secured the hair buns became cumbersome obstacles.
He patiently yet impatiently removed them one by one, casually tossing them onto the bed covered with a bright red brocade rug, making a soft tinkling sound.
Freed from her restraints, her thick, cloud-like black hair cascaded down like fine ink-black silk, covering her back and wrapping around his arms.
Her disheveled black hair accentuated her long, jade-like neck, and her skin glowed with a luminous sheen in the candlelight.
As if bewitched, his burning lips traced down her delicate jawline, leaving their mark on her gently undulating neck.
His nose was filled with her rich fragrance, which made him dizzy and mesmerized.
"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her throat, her body trembling slightly in his arms, yet she pressed herself even closer to him, as if seeking some kind of support.
Those arms were still wrapped around his neck, their fingertips unconsciously digging into the fabric of his clothes on his shoulders and back.
Gu Heng felt the last thread of reason in his mind snap completely.
He embraced her, and together they fell into the soft, bright red brocade quilt.
The curtains had been drawn at some point, creating a small, warm world that belonged only to them.
Candlelight seeped through the red curtains, casting a hazy, ambiguous glow that illuminated the intertwined figures of the two, casting swaying, tender shadows on the curtains.
His clothes were inexplicably disheveled.
He could feel the subtle rustling of her layered dress fabric under his palm, the intricate ties seeming to be the most annoying obstacle.
Her hands, which had been around his neck, slipped down at some point, and she awkwardly yet boldly tried to unbutton his ceremonial robe.
Her robe was half-undone, revealing her delicate shoulders.
Gu Heng's kiss landed again, causing Pei Qingwu's body to tense up for a moment, then soften as if melting into spring water. Her fingers gripped his loose collar tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Like twin lotus blossoms intertwined and symbiotic, or like two flounder swimming together.
The temperature inside the tent rose steadily, and sweat soaked their skin, making it impossible to tell whether it was his or hers.
Just as he was on the verge of extreme dizziness and loss of control, Gu Heng vaguely heard her calling his name again and again in her broken voice, tinged with sobs.
“Aheng…Gu Heng…”
This call acted as the final catalyst, pushing him to the very peak of losing control...
However, it was precisely in this moment of indulgence that a muffled snore abruptly pulled him away from that enchanting and tender red wave.
Gu Heng suddenly opened his eyes. There were no red candles or brocade curtains in front of him, only a gray roof and the cold morning light seeping in through the cracks in the window.
A strange sensation clearly came from somewhere in his body, making him gasp for breath, his chest heaving violently, and all the muscles in his body still tense, as if he were still stuck in that absurd yet real dream.
But there really is nothing left.
He slumped backward, falling heavily onto the hard bed, and raised his arm to cover his burning eyes.
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