Gu Siting had a dream, a preposterous and unreal dream.
The woman in his arms was unreasonably soft, her thousands of long hairs strewn across the pillow; her little face flushed with a rosy tide, strikingly beautiful and bewitching, like a seductive demon.
Her hands clasped around his neck, her beautiful eyes misted with water, her voice soft and coquettish, "Husband, would you be willing to be my antidote?"
Her eyes, pure and innocent like a deer's, at that moment seemed to hold only his existence.
The large palm on her waist tightened, and it felt as if a tiny insect was gnawing at his heart.
She took the initiative to tilt her little face upward, kissing his chin, then moved to his thin lips.
His mind grew increasingly muddled and heavy, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. Was this a dream or was it real?
The moment she kissed his thin lips, he bit her in return and growled lowly, "Don't you fucking regret it!"
