Chapter 140
The next day, Lu Yichen sat on the bed for a long time after waking up.
A strong sense of shame and a deep sense of happiness filled his heart.
From childhood to adulthood, he had focused all his attention on his studies and had never known the joys of love. Yet, after just looking at a portrait, he began to have erotic dreams.
Such behavior was so shameful that he wished he could disappear into the ground or throw away his filthy mind.
What made him even more ashamed was that he actually loved his dream from last night so much that he didn't want to wake up and savor it.
Unfortunately, in his dream, his contact with the goddess remained superficial. Perhaps it was because he dared not do anything too outrageous, and could not bear to easily defile the goddess.
After a long pause, Lu Yichen got up and dressed with mixed feelings, unable to tell whether he felt more regret or resentment.
However, he suddenly stopped buttoning his shirt and stared intently at a certain spot on the bed.
There was a charred red rope there, with a small patch of ash next to it.
As if he had just thought of something, Lu Yichen quickly looked at his wrist and saw that the amulet he always wore had disappeared, and there were still traces of cigarette ash on his wrist.
The amulet was something his mother forced him to wear every day, even when showering. And amazingly, the amulet was waterproof; he guessed it was made of some new waterproof material.
He thought back to what his mother had said back then.
"This amulet can protect you from ghosts and monsters. You must wear it carefully. If it ever turns to ashes, you must tell me and leave the place immediately!"
My heartbeat gradually quickened, and my breathing became rapid.
He didn't take those words seriously that day, but now...
The amulet turned to ash, and he, who never had erotic dreams and had no interest in love, had such a dream.
All of this seems to point to one thing.
At this moment, Lu Yichen's mind was in a mess, but he felt that there was a thread he should grasp, and an answer was about to emerge in his mind.
But he couldn't believe it, not only because this event overturned his worldview, but also because the other party was the goddess in the painting, an existence that people wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Suddenly, Lu Yichen rushed to the bathroom, forcefully pulled open his collar, and looked up at his reflection in the mirror.
Like a kettle of freshly boiled water, his entire face flushed bright red in an instant.
His chin, neck, and collarbone were covered in hickeys.
Even if he had never experienced love and romance, he knew what these things were.
So, last night's erotic dream wasn't a dream? It actually happened?
The goddess, the goddess in the painting, stepped out and came to his side, and they spent the night together.
Lu Yichen unconsciously clutched his chest, where his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest!
His cheeks and body were burning red and hot, and at the same time he felt a sweet sensation filling his heart.
He doesn't like sweets, but it turns out that sweetness is so wonderful! It really can make people feel good!
Downstairs, Yan Chuyao sat in the restaurant looking annoyed.
In order to keep their secret from being discovered, Yan Chuyao and his companion did not hire a housekeeper. The two pampered young masters, who had never lifted a finger to do housework and had everything done for them, decided to do all the housework themselves and cook their own meals.
Of course, to be fair, the two of them even arranged a schedule, clearly defining what each person would do on which day.
As it happened, it was Yan Chuyao's turn to cook today.
He prepared breakfast early and ate it with great difficulty and pain.
The steak was burnt, the bread was charred and hard, and only the hot milk was somewhat normal.
Well, it was my first time cooking, so I'm glad I managed to make it at all.
Why is Lu Yichen, who is usually so self-disciplined, still not up so late today? This is not normal!
Speak of the devil, and he appears. Yan Chuyao looked up unintentionally and saw Lu Yichen walk into the restaurant.
Yan Chuyao stopped chewing bread abruptly and stared wide-eyed at Lu Yichen.
Why is this person wearing a stand-up collar shirt in this heat? And wrapped up so tightly?
"Aren't you hot?" Yan Chuyao asked in surprise, but after seeing Lu Yichen's expression, his surprise turned to disbelief, and finally to anger. "You went to see a woman last night?"
With a snap, Yan Chuyao slammed the fork in his hand onto the table.
"I thought you were so aloof and virtuous, and you even said you weren't interested in women? Turns out your private life is so messy! I didn't even know we didn't live together!"
"Nonsense!" Lu Yichen frowned, ignoring Yan Chuyao, and went straight to his seat, where breakfast had already been laid out.
"Nonsense?" Yan Chuyao sneered. "You should take a piss and take a good look at your dark circles, pale lips, and weak-looking face!"
Lu Yichen paused, frozen in place, and struggled to resist touching his face or running to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
He forced himself to eat calmly, oblivious to the fact that the food was barely edible, his mind preoccupied only with how unsightly he might look.
I was so excited that I didn't even notice my own appearance.
Is he ugly now? Will the goddess see this? If she does, will she stop liking him? Will she stop coming to see him tonight?
Lu Yichen, who used to hate being approached and confessed to by women and who hated his tendency to attract unwanted attention, now desperately wants his goddess to come to him every day.
She also began to care a lot about her image and became even more anxious about losing it.
Lu Yichen's calm demeanor only fueled Yan Chuyao's anger, who felt that Lu Yichen's behavior was a desecration of the goddess.
"If you're looking for women, get out! Don't dirty my house!" Yan Chuyao was furious. "If that's the case, I might as well keep the portrait by myself! You're not worthy!"
"I haven't been seeing any women." Lu Yichen said calmly and politely, even eating the most unpalatable breakfast with elegance.
"Nothing?" Yan Chuyao sneered, suddenly stood up and went to Lu Yichen's side, tearing open Lu Yichen's collar to reveal the red and purple hickeys. "If there's nothing, then what is this? Do you think I'm easy to fool? You're moving out today!"
Lu Yichen took a sip of milk, wiped his mouth, then got up, pulled his collar back, and carefully straightened himself before calmly looking at Yan Chuyao.
Did you have any strange dreams last night?
"What dream?" Yan Chuyao asked, puzzled. "Don't try to change the subject!"
“It’s just…” Lu Yichen paused here, a blush visibly rising to his cheeks, “…that kind of dream.”
Lu Yichen's appearance and expression, though not explicitly stated, made Yan Chuyao instantly understand his meaning.
"You mean wet dreams?" Yan Chuyao's voice suddenly rose. "You don't mean to say that all those strawberries you had were from wet dreams, do you?"
Yan Chuyao laughed loudly, feeling that he had finally truly gotten to know his brother today. "Dreaming of planting strawberries? Haha, did a ghost plant them for you?"
The more Yan Chuyao talked, the harder he laughed. He really didn't know if Lu Yichen was stupid or he was stupid. This was simply the biggest joke he had heard all year!
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