In her dream, Jiang Mo was stranded by a sudden heavy snowfall at Gu Ye's place and had to stay the night.
Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling window, heavy snow was falling, and everything was a vast expanse of white.
Inside, the soft lighting and comfortable temperature enveloped the room.
Jiang Mo went to take a shower. She originally intended to stay in the guest bedroom, but somehow, she ended up in the master bedroom, lying on the same bed as Gu Ye.
The temperature seemed to rise steeply, a thick aura of hormones enveloping her. Her mind was filled with the image of his bare physique after his shower just moments before. Whether from nervousness or something else, she kept swallowing hard.
She had a strong feeling that something was about to happen.
Suddenly, a low chuckle came from beside her.
Jiang Mo lay stiff as a board and said irritably, "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing," Gu Ye said softly. "Relax. I'm not going to eat you."
"That's hard to say," Jiang Mo retorted without thinking.
Gu Ye propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a smile. "And what if I do have wicked intentions towards you?"
Jiang Mo was a complete novice. Her face flushed red, but she refused to lose her composure. "Then I'll subdue you first."
"Like this? How are you going to subdue me?" With a swift movement, Gu Ye flipped over, his body hovering just above hers, only a hair's breadth away.
Jiang Mo stared into Gu Ye's eyes, not daring to move a muscle.
"Silly girl, close your eyes," Gu Ye leaned in and kissed her lips.
Jiang Mo felt as if a fire had ignited inside her, burning fiercely. Her consciousness drifted in and out.
Yet the physical sensations, the warmth of their bodies, felt so intensely real.
Everything made her feel both endangered and utterly captivated.
...
In the dream, Jiang Mo was vivid and alluring, while beside her, Gu Ye was suffering torment.
Gu Ye was also at that vigorous age. Having the girl he liked right beside him, yet unable to go further, was an exquisite agony.
And Jiang Mo's soft murmurs and restless movements were like fuel to the fire.
"If you keep squirming like that, I'm going to retaliate," Gu Ye clenched his fists and whispered.
Meanwhile, Jiang Mo's hands wandered over his body, sweeping and touching, even finding their way to sensitive spots.
Gu Ye let out a muffled groan, grabbed Jiang Mo's mischievous little hands, and as a punishment, kissed her lips, then gave them a gentle nip.
The slight sting made Jiang Mo stir awake slowly. The first thing she saw was Gu Ye's face.
She was disoriented for a moment. Was she still dreaming, or was this real?
Seeing her dazed expression, Gu Ye explained, "You got drunk tonight and fell asleep on the sofa. I changed your clothes and carried you to the bedroom."
Jiang Mo hadn't drunk much, and having slept for several hours, she was sober now.
She remembered everything, and in an instant, she felt so embarrassed she could have dug a castle with her toes.
Oh my god, what had she just been doing in that dream?
She tried to burrow her head under the covers.
Curious, Gu Ye asked, "What were you dreaming about just now?"
"Nothing much," Jiang Mo mumbled.
"Really? I heard you calling my name in your dream," Gu Ye tried to trick her. "And you were all hands with me."
Jiang Mo played dead, refusing to respond. If she admitted it, wouldn't that make her seem like some brazen hussy?
Gu Ye simply wrapped an arm around Jiang Mo's waist, pulling her into his embrace, and kissed her deeply.
The kiss was long and lingering. Gu Ye's hands weren't idle either, roaming over Jiang Mo's body, stirring up desire everywhere.
Jiang Mo felt utterly dizzy. Gu Ye, breathing heavily, asked, "Are you ready?"
Knowing what he meant, she nodded. It felt like the moment she nodded, he transformed into a tireless beast of passion.
The sensation was like soaring through the clouds, or riding a rollercoaster—intense and thrilling. Gradually, Jiang Mo's voice grew a bit hoarse. The commotion in the bedroom didn't cease until very late into the night.
