"Would you like to make a bet?" Cheng Youtian narrowed his eyes dangerously. The girl in front of him, who looked like a lady but was different from her appearance, aroused his sense of conquest. "With my dignity as my stake, I bet that you will do it."
marry me."
Yun Buhui looked at Cheng Youtian arrogantly and coldly, his calmness showing infinite domineering, "I bet you will never get me in your lifetime."
The cold wind roared outside the window, and a blizzard blew. In the cold wind, only the roar of the wind and snow could be heard. After the snowstorm passed, the night returned to calm.
In the boudoir, the hibiscus tent is warm.
Under the layers of white gauze, the woman's fair skin is exposed to the air, with purple spots on her skin. Her jade arms are tightly wrapped around the man's neck, and she is intoxicated in his kiss. Her face is like a peach blossom, and her eyes are as charming as silk.
Her long hair spreads like a waterfall on the pillow, dripping with fragrant sweat, her charming eyes are as charming and delicate as peach blossoms in full bloom, her breath is like orchid, and her charm is endless...
The man's kisses covered every corner of her body, and she was so immersed in his tenderness that she didn't know what year it was.
"No regrets..." The man's low voice sounded hoarse in her ears. A smile appeared on her lips, and her body kept catering to his plunder. During the ups and downs, his name was ready to be called out, but she couldn't.
She had an obsession to stay with him until death, holding him tightly and not letting him escape.
The man's low laugh sounded in her ears again, and he murmured her name. She had never known that her name sounded so nice. She was intoxicated listening to it, and her senses were happy in extreme pleasure.
She screamed out, and the man kissed her as if she was afraid of scaring someone.
"I love you, and I have no regrets..." The man's voice was extremely charming. In the haziness, she smelled a faint fragrance of plum blossoms. Who is it? Who is he? Why is his voice so loving, and why is it so sad?
…
She felt something in her heart and was sore.
"No regrets..." When he was about to retreat, she hugged him in panic. The friction between her soft skin felt an unspeakable intimacy. She liked this feeling, "Don't go..."
She begged, not wanting him to leave.
They lingered night after night, but she didn't know who he was, didn't want him to leave, didn't want him to wake up...
…
"I will definitely find you!" The man's smile was hazy, but very determined. She called him anxiously, but he walked further and further away until she could no longer see her...
"Don't leave!" Buhui sat up from the bed, looking panicked. The indoor lights were dim, with only one lamp on. Bingyue had long since fallen asleep, and could hear nothing but the roar of the wind and snow outside the window.
The light and shadow were mottled, and Yun Buhui covered her eyes in distress. Why did she have such a dream again?
Such a shameful and apostate dream.
Who is that man and why does he appear in her dreams every night? She can't see his face clearly, but she can feel his cherishment for her.
She is finished.
She seems to be in love with the man in her dreams.
