Chapter 95 Dream within a dream
But I didn't expect...
The drunken beauty was particularly careless in flirting, and her sense of shame and boundaries were completely put behind desire, and she only followed her instincts to flirt with him without emotion.
He had only seen her like this three years ago.
To him three years ago, she was just a strange woman he had a crush on whom he only spent a day with. She could make him lose his composure and fall in love with her at all costs.
Let alone now.
Now she was the one who worried about him and thought about her day and night. She was the one he wanted to have in his dreams.
When she was sleeping with him in her dreams every night, why didn't he often rub her ears and temples together in her dreams?
Now, what he had been thinking about day and night suddenly came true, and all his reason and determination were lost in the sound of her actively begging for pleasure.
It suddenly started raining outside the window.
The autumn raindrops carry the cold air, and they always fall hard and fast.
Before the budding flowers could bloom, they were beaten to pieces by water, and their bodies trembled and floated up and down with the sudden rain and strong wind.
The room was as warm as spring, like the Garden of Eden in the biblical story.
The intertwined men and women were sheltered in the Garden of Eden, regardless of whether the weather outside the window was bad or sunny, and they only concentrated on studying the various ways to eat the forbidden fruit.
On the sink, under the shower, in the bathtub...
Every time he changed a pattern, Jiang Zhihuai would hoarse his voice, and he would approach her ear with bad intentions and ask her: "Did I do this to you before?"
Wen Si had cooperated obediently the first few times, and was even more proactive than him. When he carried her freshly washed body from the bathroom to the bed without any intention of giving up, she yawned.
Yu Zuqing stepped on his chest and resisted his body that was about to lean down.
The satiated beauty sank into the soft and fluffy quilt, so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.
The voice is also lazy and a bit hoarse.
"Let's stop here today." She said, "I'm sleepy."
She was full, but Jiang Zhihuai, who knew the taste of the marrow, felt that it was far from enough.
While he was thinking about it, she yawned several times in succession.
Two drops of crystal tears appeared at the end of the slightly raised eyes, and even the butterfly-wing eyelashes were soaked wet.
Coupled with the redness on the cheeks that has not completely faded away, it is simply the embodiment of the four words "I feel pity for you".
Jiang Zhihuai's heart softened, thinking that she had played with him all day during the day, watched shows and drank in the evening, and had been tormented by him for so long. She was probably very tired.
While he felt sorry for her, he couldn't bear to sleep here.
Because after tonight, he didn't know if there would be another chance.
In a dilemma, his eyes locked on her little feet on him.
Her feet are slender and snow-white, with red toes and round and plump toes, like red cherries ripe for picking on the branches, which are eye-catching.
Jiang Zhihuai lowered his head slightly, placed a gentle kiss on her tight arches, and then put her two little feet into his palms.
While watching and caressing, he also whispered coaxingly: "Good boy, if you are really sleepy, just go to sleep first, don't wait for me."
If it weren't for the constant itching in the soles of his feet, Wen Si would have fallen asleep long ago. Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He blushed and glared at him: "How can I sleep like this?"
Jiang Zhihuai: "You sleep on yours and I'm busy on mine. We don't interfere with each other."
That's what she said, but with a big living person like him working hard holding her feet, she couldn't sleep well after all.
Half asleep and half awake, Wen Si felt as if the soles of her feet were stepping on a ball of hot cotton. It was hot and soft, and the skin on her soles ached a little when it was rubbed. She changed her sleeping position irritably, and before she could have a seizure, her legs were lifted onto his shoulders again.
"Since you can't sleep, why don't you stop sleeping first?"
As the hoarse and deep voice fell in my ears, my body was mercilessly invaded by him again.
Wen Si: "..."
She was forced to beg for mercy from him every night, and she was already used to his reneging on his words.
But habit is habit, and she didn't stop crying and begging for mercy.
And I don't know if it was her illusion, but I always felt that tonight's dream was more real than before.
Not only is the touch in place, but the feeling of pleasure is countless times stronger than before.
If she hadn't felt too tired to hold on, she would actually be willing to experience it a few more times.
And what can Jiang Zhihuai do? He could only hold her in his arms while she was crying, and kiss the tears on her face over and over again.
No matter how gentle your words are, how ruthless your attacks will be.
It wasn't until the heavy rain outside the window stopped and the sky turned white that he carried her exhausted to the bathroom and took a hot bath, then hugged her and fell asleep.
Wen Si slept so tiredly and deeply that he almost fainted.
When her consciousness finally returned, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.
After a hangover, my brain was groggy and my head hurt like it was about to split.
My body felt like it had been mercilessly run over by wheels. Everything from my hands to my feet hurt.
Wen Si took a breath of cold air, and his body unconsciously shivered on the bed, trying to relieve some of the inexplicable pain.
Unexpectedly, the cricket was pupa, the cricket was pupa, her body suddenly became hot, and she didn't know what she touched with her hand. It was hot and soft, and it was especially elastic when she pinched it.
Wen Si was in a daze, and wanted to squeeze a few more times, when a joking male voice came to his ears, which sounded a bit familiar if he listened carefully.
He said: "You started playing hooligans 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 resting his head on one hand, lying next to her in a leisurely manner.
The body with perfect proportions and smooth lines was not covered with any strands of clothing, and they were only covered with a thin quilt.
And her hand is currently on...
Ahem, cough, cough, don’t look at anything inappropriate.
As if he had hit a hot potato, Wen Si quickly retracted his hand and closed his eyes again.
He was still muttering: "Is it over yet? Why are you still having a dream within a dream?"
Jiang Zhihuai: "..."
Just as he was thinking about how to decipher the dream within the dream, his haunting voice came from his ears again: "Don't deceive yourself. I can tell you responsibly that you didn't dream, and everything that happened last night was nothing." It's true."
When Wen Si talked about last night, his head hurt even more.
For the first time in her life, she hated her special talent of never stopping watching movies after drinking.
From being taken out of the celebration banquet by him to the two of them hugging each other to sleep, all the memories related to last night flooded into her mind, making her blush with embarrassment and wishing she could hit her to death on the spot!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no wonder she felt that last night's dream was particularly satisfying. It turned out that every intimate contact she had with him was real!
(End of chapter)