She was standing beside the bed, laughing wildly, like a tyrant from ancient times, "Don't be afraid, my beauty, I'll be gentle."
This utterly terrified him. He clung to the quilt and snuck into the corner of the bed, "No, no, don't come over! Don't be impulsive! Please, don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!"
Her laughter became increasingly unruly, her predatory demeanor more pronounced as she advanced towards him, muttering as she went, "Don't be afraid, don't hide, my sweet, come here! Be good!"
He held onto the blanket in terror, shaking his head profusely. She took advantage of this, leaping onto him in one swift step, and in a matter of moments, stripped him of his clothes before passionately kissing him.
What happened next in her dream started to blur. After all, she hadn't actually witnessed the process, and one can't dream up a real-life sequence of events.
In her mind, all she knew was that Shi Yuhuan was being ruthlessly manhandled by her.
