Chapter 95 Dream within a dream

But I didn’t expect…

The drunk beauty was particularly vulnerable to teasing. Her shame and sense of boundaries were completely put behind her desire. She just followed her instinct and flirted with him passionately.

He had only seen her like this three years ago.

Three years ago, she was just a strange woman whom he had a crush on after only spending one day with her, but she was able to seduce him so much that he lost his composure and made love with her regardless of the consequences.

Not to mention now.

Now she is the person who makes him worry and think about her day and night, and the person he wants to get in his dreams.

When she was making love with him in her dreams every night, wasn’t he also often whispering in her ears in his dreams?

Now, what he had been thinking about day and night suddenly came true. All his rationality and composure disappeared in the sound of her actively seeking sex.

It suddenly started raining outside the window.

The autumn raindrops bring with them cold air and always fall heavy and fast.

The buds had not yet had a chance to bloom when they were watered to pieces, and their bodies trembled and floated up and down with the sudden rain and strong wind.

The room was warm as spring, just like the Garden of Eden in the Bible story.

The entangled men and women in the shelter of the Garden of Eden did not care whether the weather outside the window was fine or bad, and they only focused on studying the various ways to eat the forbidden fruit.

On the sink, under the shower, in the bathtub…

Every time he changed his tricks, Jiang Zhihuai would lower his voice and lean over to her ear with malicious intent to ask her, “Did I treat you like this before?”

Wen Si cooperated obediently in the first few times, and was even more proactive than him. When he carried her, who had just washed, from the bathroom to the bed without any intention of stopping, she yawned.

The jade feet stepped lightly on his chest, holding up his body which was about to fall down.

The well-fed beauty sank into the soft and fluffy quilt, so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes.

The voice is also lazy and a little hoarse.

“That’s all for today,” she said. “I’m sleepy.”

She was full, but Jiang Zhihuai, who knew how to enjoy the food, felt that it was far from enough.

While he was thinking, she yawned several times in succession.

Two crystal tears oozed from the slightly upturned corners of her eyes, and even her butterfly-like eyelashes were soaked.

Coupled with the blush on her cheeks that has not yet completely faded, she is the embodiment of the four words “I feel pity for her”.

Jiang Zhihuai’s heart softened, thinking that she had taken him out to play all day today, watched a show and drank in the evening, and was tossed around by him for so long, she must be very tired.

While he felt sorry for her, he was reluctant to go to sleep.

Because after tonight, he didn’t know if there would be another chance.

In a dilemma, his eyes were fixed on her small feet stepping on him.

Her feet are slender and white, her toes are rosy and her toes are round and plump, just like ripe red cherries on the branches waiting to be picked, so mouth-watering.

Jiang Zhihuai lowered his head slightly, placed a gentle kiss on her tense arch of foot, and then held her two little feet in his palms.

While watching and caressing, he coaxed her softly: “Be good, if you are really sleepy, go to sleep first, no need to wait for me.”

If it weren’t for the itchy feeling in the soles of his feet, Wen Si would have fallen asleep long ago. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. He glared at him with a red face and said, “How can I sleep if you’re like this?”

Jiang Zhihuai: “You sleep, I do mine, we don’t interfere with each other.”

That being said, she couldn’t sleep well knowing that he, a living person, was busy holding her feet.

Half asleep and half awake, Wen Si felt as if the soles of her feet were stepping on a ball of hot cotton, hot and soft, rubbing the soles of her feet so that the skin was slightly painful. She changed her sleeping position in annoyance, but before she could react, her legs were lifted onto his shoulders again.

“Since you can’t sleep, why don’t you just stay awake for now?”

As the hoarse and low voice fell beside her ears, her body was mercilessly invaded again by him.

Wen Si: “…”

She had been forced to beg for mercy by him every night and had long been accustomed to his inconsistency.

But habit is habit, and she still cried and begged for mercy when she should.

And she didn’t know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that tonight’s dream was more real than ever before.

Not only did the touch feel right, but the feeling of pleasure was many times stronger than before.

If she hadn’t felt so exhausted that she couldn’t hold on any longer, she would actually have been willing to experience it a few more times.

What could Jiang Zhihuai do? He could only hold her in his arms, kissing away the tears on her face over and over again.

The more gentle the words are, the more ruthless the attack will be.

It was not until the sudden rain outside the window stopped and the sky turned pale that he carried her, exhausted, to the bathroom to take a hot bath, and then fell asleep in her arms.

Wen Si slept so soundly and tiredly that he almost fainted.

When she finally regained consciousness, it was already past three in the afternoon.

My brain was groggy after a hangover and my head felt like it was about to split.

My body felt as if it had been ruthlessly run over by wheels, and everything from my hands to my feet was painful.

Wen Si sucked in a breath of cold air, his body unconsciously twisting and turning in the quilt, trying to relieve some of the inexplicable pain.

Unexpectedly, as the cricket was pupating, her body suddenly felt hot, and her hand touched something that was hot and soft, and very elastic when she pinched it.

Wen Si was still dazed and wanted to pinch it a few more times, when he heard a teasing male voice in his ears, which sounded somewhat familiar upon closer listening.

He said, “You’re acting like a hooligan so early in the morning. It seems I didn’t feed you enough yesterday.”

Wen Si: “???”

She opened her eyes almost instantly and saw…

Jiang Zhihuai was lying leisurely beside her, with his head supported by one hand.

His body, with perfect proportions and smooth lines, was naked, and they only shared a thin blanket.

Her hands were currently resting on…

Cough cough cough, don’t look at anything inappropriate.

Wen Si seemed to have touched a hot potato. He quickly retracted his hand and closed his eyes again.

He was still muttering, “Is this the end? Why am I still dreaming within a dream?”

Jiang Zhihuai: “…”

Just as I was thinking about how to decipher the dream within the dream, his haunting voice came from my ear again: “Don’t deceive yourself. I can tell you responsibly that you are not dreaming. Everything that happened last night was real.”

When talking about last night, Wen Si’s head hurt even more.

For the first time in her life, she somewhat hated her special talent of never losing consciousness after drinking.

From the moment he took her out of the celebration party to the moment they fell asleep in each other’s arms, all the memories of last night flooded into her mind, making her blush with shame and she wished she could hit her head against a wall and die on the spot!
Ahh …

(End of this chapter)