Chapter 207: The Zi Jun in Her Dreams

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It was obvious there was nothing else left to say to him. Lin s.h.i.+yu turned to her side and fell asleep.

She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. In addition, he had even snapped back at her that night. Just wait and see, she would get back at him one fine day, when she had finished recuperating her strength for revenge.

Fu Qinglun stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. It was his first time losing his temper after all these years. In fact, he did not expect to lose control of his emotions in front of her so easily. It was an ability that he was proud of having control over, as he rarely let his emotions get the better of him. Frowning, he finished smoking a cigarette, still frustrated.

He knew his body best, it had absolutely no problems. How else would he only last ten minutes? This wicked little thing knew exactly why, she really knew how to seduce a man and what she had to do. She would always have a means to make him last as long as she wished. She had purposely made him…

On their wedding night three years ago, she had played him so well that he couldn’t…

F*ck! He felt he had lost himself over her.

After basking in the cold night for some time, he walked back into the room. The woman had fallen asleep and her breathing was very light.

He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at her. Lifting up the blanket, he slid his body onto the bed to sleep next to her.

Lin s.h.i.+yu slept with her back facing him. He stretched out his muscular arm, grabbed her waist, and turned her over to face him.

Looking at her tiny face, it was more beautiful than it was three years ago. Her clear, crystal eyes were shut, with delicate lashes fluttering over the closed lids. He loved her eyes. They contained pure innocence which was beyond the reach of mere mortals. How he wished he could strip off her fake front to see the most intimate side of her.

This wicked little thing was still as naughty as ever. No man would ever be her match.

Fu Qinglun raised his eyebrow and kissed her red lips. It felt so intimate. Wanting more, he extended his tongue out and buried it into her warm little mouth.

As she was deep asleep, she did not resist at all, her lips parting in silent acquiescence. Fu Qinglun hooked her little tongue and an embarra.s.sing sound came out as he sucked gently upon her peach pink lips.

At this moment, Lin s.h.i.+yu snorted, seeming as if she was about to wake up.

Fu Qinglun let go of her and pretended he was sleeping.

The room remained quiet and the woman did not wake up. Fu Qinglun opened his eyes again and raked his hands through her silky hair. Leaning on one arm, he held her face and kissed her deeply. He was captivated by her lips.

Still with his tongue in her mouth, his muscles tensed up, little by little and a smouldering flame ignited from within. Grasping her hand, he guided her downward towards the waistband…

“s.h.i.+ s.h.i.+.”

Her name was a gentle whisper into her ears.

…

Lin s.h.i.+yu was in the depths of her dream. She dreamt that she was back to six years ago when she had replied Zi Jun’s letter. He had called her s.h.i.+ s.h.i.+.

s.h.i.+ s.h.i.+ was her nickname that had been reserved for only her mom.

From when she was 15 to 18 years old, Zi Jun had accompanied her to complete practice questions over those three years. Before she met him, she had never thought about what type of man she liked. It was only after she had met him that she felt the thought creep into her mind, silent as the night. Refined and mysterious, the one she liked would be powerful, yet also intelligent. Someone who she could pit herself against that challenged her intellectually. Someone like him.

She had fallen for Zi Jun.

She did not know what she meant to Zi Jun. His letters were all practice questions that mysteriously contained the flawless and powerful aura of a man. Perhaps, she was just infatuated with him.

The scene in her dreams changed. Zi Jun had written her a letter, asking her to meet him.

Dressed in a white s.h.i.+rt and blue plaid skirt, she had few books in her arms and her silky hair swayed with the wind. A feeling of anxiety gripped her heart as she waited for Zi Jun to appear.

Zi Jun had arrived. Also wearing a white s.h.i.+rt paired with blue denim jeans, he was very tall and muscular, exuding an aura of a refined and wealthy heir. He walked towards her gradually getting closer and closer to where she was standing. She was finally going to see his face.

However, it felt weird. Somehow, she was not able to see Zi Jun’s face clearly.