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Their conversation left me feeling utterly bewildered. Was this dream really so artistically inclined, and with such a vivid twist?
I couldn't possibly be that desperate, could I? Even at the brink of death, I was still thinking about this?!
The fine rain soaked my face and clothes, a refreshing chill. The droplets from Autumn's hair felt so real.
The colors were a chaotic blend of black, red, yellow, and blue, intertwined with the scent of leaves, the freshness of the earth, and the dampness of the rain—everything felt so tangible.
It almost made me doubt if this was real.
My waist rested on his shoulder, my face against his back, my hands limply hanging down. It was then that I noticed my right palm wrapped in white bandages, the place where I had injured myself with my own dagger. The rainwater had soaked the bandage, and the wound throbbed painfully.
Tears mixed with raindrops streamed down my face as my body began to tremble lightly; strength gradually returned to me. I lifted my arm and found I could move it. Gritting my teeth, I summoned all my strength to pound my fist against his back.
The force was very light because I could hardly muster any strength; it probably felt like a gentle tickle.
I cried out in anguish, "What more do you want?! I finally made up my mind! You can’t invade my dreams anymore! What do you want me to do… What if I really believed it… What then!!"
Autumn shuddered slightly but didn’t stop; instead, he quickened his pace.
He hurried into a courtyard filled with flowers, vibrant red and fragrant.
He kicked open the door and carried me inside before using his foot to slam the door shut with a loud bang.
It was a simple single room for a man, decorated in muted colors and kept very clean. However, the sparse furnishings made it feel somewhat lonely.
Nie Qiuyuan set me down from his shoulder, removed the binding from my head, tossed a strange Golden Phoenix Crown-like ornament onto the floor, then swept me up in his arms and tossed me onto the bed.
My neck felt suddenly light; no wonder that peculiar thing had been so heavy! But being thrown onto the bed hurt quite a bit, causing me to let out a sharp cry of "Ouch!"
Does dreaming hurt? It hurts so much! I feel like my bones are about to break!
Could it be that...
No, I refuse to believe it!!
The man kicked off his shoes and rolled over, pressing me down beneath him, drenched in sweat.
"Am I... not dreaming?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with disbelief.
"Bite me," he said, tearing open his shirt and making a perverse request.
In a daze, I gently bit down on his exposed shoulder.
The familiar scent enveloped me, so real and surrounding, just like the intimacy we once shared.
In an instant, all my grievances surged from deep within me. It was so unfair, so unfair that I couldn't bear it any longer. I wanted to hit him, to curse him, to vent every last ounce of strength within me.
These grievances suddenly transformed into the strength to bite. As I cried, I sank my teeth into him fiercely, unknowingly tasting the metallic flavor of blood.
I was startled and quickly released my grip, only to find that I had drawn blood from his shoulder, droplets falling onto my neck.
Everything felt too real. Could it really be true?!
Oh my God!!
"You’re bleeding! What am I doing…"
I hurriedly tried to prop myself up, but he held me down.
Nie Qiuyuan gazed at me eagerly and said, "Go ahead and bite, hit me, curse me—do whatever you want. Zhenzhen, you have no idea how much it hurts! This is all my fault; if you hit me, I might feel a little better..."
I raised my hand and gently caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth where our skin touched.
"You... am I not doing..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Qiu seized my neck and forcefully pressed his lips against mine.
The kiss was fiery, entangled and desperate, more passionate than any before. Tears streamed down my face as I finally dared to believe this was real.
This was him; this was my Qiu. Not only did he remember me, but he also loved me!
I would trade anything for this! My lord, how should I express my gratitude to you?
But my love, you owe me so many explanations!
"Qiu, what exactly is..."
When he finally released me and I could barely breathe, I wanted to ask him about everything that had happened. But before I could utter a few words, a rough man grabbed me by the collar and yanked me up.
"Zhenzhen, don't say anything—please!"
"What for..."
Ignoring the buttons and ties on my clothes, the man directly tore the red garment from my neck with a loud ripping sound.
"Because I'm going crazy thinking about it!"
Along with my startled scream, the sound of tearing fabric was urgent and overwhelming. In just a few seconds, he had ripped my clothes to shreds.
He quickly shed the Red Wedding Dress, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
I had thought that after two years, our reunion would feel somewhat distant and strange. But strangely enough, it felt just like before; that familiar happiness, that unbreakable intimacy, as if I had still been nestled in his arms just last night.
The man roughly lifted me up, his breath quickening as he pressed me down beneath him. There was no tenderness, no caresses or foreplay—he was impatient and drove straight in. As he entered me, he let out a low groan that was anything but subtle.
Despite the intense pain from his forceful intrusion, which made me cry out, that pain and his low moan instantly ignited the desire that had been dormant within me for two long years.
Wasn’t I longing to return to his embrace?
My body, untouched for two years, felt like parched land craving rain. His passionate embrace transformed all my longing, all the pain and tears from missing him, all the grievances and frustrations that had nowhere to go, into a wild desire for his body.
I held him tightly; my palm split open, blood seeping through the bandage. The spot on his shoulder where I had bitten him was also bleeding. Yet neither of us paid any attention to these wounds. Everything else in the world seemed to vanish; all that remained was each other as we intertwined desperately, demanding from one another.
I lost track of time. After all, my body had once been under the influence of a drug. Eventually, I exhausted my last bit of strength and became unable to move, lying beneath him in tears. My rationality slowly returned; his rough movements softened as he began to kiss me gently while still demanding.
For him, my body was always honest. Every touch and every soft kiss sent shivers through me. The sudden fulfillment left me at a loss for what to do. This time, I couldn’t bear to lose him again; if I did, I would truly have no strength left to survive.
“Ah, Zhenzhen, did I hurt you? What am I doing…”
When the man finally calmed down and saw the wet and bloody chaos on the bed, he was taken aback. I struggled to extend my arms and wrap them around his neck.
“I’m so scared…”
He tenderly stroked and kissed my cheek.
“It’s okay; I’m here now. I won’t leave you again.”
“But…”
"Um?"
Tears once again streamed down my face.
"Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, what's wrong? Don't cry, everything is fine!"
"Do you still love me..."
Qiu answered with a long kiss. Deep down, I knew the truth; he didn't love me. I could tell from the passionate struggle we had just shared that his desire for me seemed even stronger than my feelings for him.
"But you're here now, married to Shen Family's third sister... Tonight, isn't Hua Yingjie waiting for you..."
Each word was a struggle to utter, causing my heart to ache painfully. However, I needed to understand the current situation; it was something I couldn't accept.
Nie Qiuyuan's eyes were filled with concern for me. He kissed me and said firmly, "No! You're the only one for me!"
His answer lit up the emptiness inside me, and my tears stopped flowing immediately. I decided to believe those words; no matter what the reality was, I would only trust this one statement.
Seeing my confusion, Qiu grinned mischievously, rolled over onto his back, and pulled me up with a swift motion. Somehow, I found myself straddling him.
"Are you worried, Zhenzhen? Alright, bring it on! Let's have another round so you won't have to worry about your husband going elsewhere..."
"Ah, you're so annoying!" My face flushed instantly as I began to playfully hit him.
He gently held my wrists, and our playful hitting gradually turned into a lighthearted exchange between us.
I finally relaxed and suddenly felt utterly exhausted.
Nie Qiuyuan got up, threw on a robe, and retrieved a first aid kit from the desk. With the flickering light of the red candle illuminating the room, he carefully rebandaged my injured hand. His body warmth enveloped me, making my heart feel warm as well. Outside, the sound of rain pattered softly, and a damp breeze carried the scent of flowers.
What a wonderful night it was!
Autumn lowered the bed curtains, shielding me, while she strolled over to the door and opened it a crack.
"Someone, prepare some hot water to send next door. I want to take a bath."
A lazy voice responded, "Got it, it's already prepared for you."
I was startled; wasn't that Shen Huaqing's voice?
I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. I had thought Shen Huaqing seemed like a normal, sharp-witted person with good martial skills, not someone who would act so bizarrely.
His own brother-in-law had brought another woman into the bedroom, and he was dutifully serving us by preparing hot water for our post-bath needs?
My mouth dropped open in shock, and after a moment, I felt like my jaw might cramp from being agape.
"Hua Qing, what are you doing here?! Are you eavesdropping?!"
I heard Nie Qiuyuan's angry voice and his absurd question.
Shen Huaqing replied in a teasing tone, "Hmm, isn't that right? But... wow... you two sure are making quite the noise!"
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