Even in Dreams, Very Passionate

To prevent the malicious gossip online from affecting her mood, Yun Chuxia avoided looking at her phone whenever possible over the past few days.

Aside from answering work-related calls and WeChat messages, she ignored everything else. In particular, she uninstalled social media platforms that were prone to trending topics.

At first, Su Muxue's hanger-on couldn't resist coming over to provoke her, but Jing Zhi drove her away with a mop, cursing and sweeping her out of the way.

For some reason, things had grown quiet these past few days.

Yun Chuxia spread her hands in a gesture of indifference, continuing to eat and sleep as well as ever.

However, since not looking at her phone made things rather boring, she had even developed the healthy habit of going to bed at 9:00 PM every night.

*

When Si Yuchuan returned to Yunlu Villa, it was barely 10:00 PM, but Yun Chuxia was already fast asleep.

Even so, she had left a small nightstand lamp on for him. The dim yellow light glowed softly, exuding a gentle warmth.

The moment Si Yuchuan caught sight of the person sleeping peacefully in bed, his cold and sharp features softened.

Her dark hair was scattered across the pillow, and her skin was as white as snow, emitting a radiant, lustrous glow. Her pink lips were slightly pursed, giving her an entirely innocent and guileless look.

Si Yuchuan walked over quietly, his well-articulated fingers lightly brushing against her long eyelashes.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Sensing the touch, the young woman in bed slowly opened her eyes.

Unlike her usual clear and lively gaze, her eyes were still hazy with sleep, making her look like a little fawn that had strayed into the mortal realm, evoking an even deeper sense of tenderness and pity.

Si Yuchuan could no longer hold back. He leaned down and pressed his lips against that glossy softness.

A fresh and sweet neroli scent filled his nasal cavity.

Yun Chuxia let out a soft hum, squinted her eyes to look at the person before her, and mumbled,

"I'm dreaming again."

Si Yuchuan paused, a flash of delight appearing in his eyes. He coaxed her in a low voice,

"Does my wife always dream of me?"

Yun Chuxia gave a vague, noncommittal sound of assent.

A trace of pleasure rose from beneath his lowered eyelids. Si Yuchuan propped his well-defined arms on either side of her body, lowered his head, and deepened the kiss.

Yun Chuxia felt as though she could no longer breathe.

Why did today's dream feel so real? Even Si Yuchuan had abandoned his wildness from the past few days and grown gentle.

This sensation seemed even harder to endure.

A slow, lingering abrasion, deep and persistent.

Her lips finally surrendered to the assault, parting slightly.

Suddenly, a faint sting came from her lips, and Yun Chuxia frowned, opening her eyes wide.

Their eyes met.

Si Yuchuan's eyelids twitched slightly, his dark eyes profound:

"My wife is quite passionate in her dreams."

Covering her mouth, Yun Chuxia felt the distinct pain on her lips. She wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction and muttered,

"Why are you biting people?"

Si Yuchuan chuckled in a low voice. Her coquettish yet dazed appearance truly stirred an impulse to devour her whole.

He extended a long arm to imprison her, his high-bridged nose gently brushing against her delicate nose tip, his voice low and magnetic:

"Whom was my wife dreaming of?"

Yun Chuxia abruptly raised her gaze to meet his teasing smile. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and she stammered,

"I—anyway, it wasn't you."

Si Yuchuan brushed her lips: "Liars."

Yun Chuxia pressed her lips tightly together and braced herself to slide backward, but she hit the headboard, leaving no room to retreat.

Si Yuchuan slipped his hand through the blanket to the small of her back, gripped her slender waist, and gently lifted her upward. Yun Chuxia was forced to press against him once more.

"Don't move. Let me hold you for a moment."

His deep voice carried a hint of exhaustion, and his warm breath brushed faintly against her earlobe.

In the end, Yun Chuxia couldn't bring herself to push him away.

"You must be very tired, right?"

Si Yuchuan's head was buried in Yun Chuxia's shoulder. Hearing this, he raised an eyebrow. It seemed that ever since he took power at the age of twenty-two, no one had ever asked him if he was tired.

Was he tired?

Not really. He had slept quite well on the airplane.

He could even afford to skip sleeping tonight.

Si Yuchuan buried his head back into her shoulder: "Mm, so tired."