He interrupted me, “If I can’t control myself, whether you’re asleep or not makes no difference.”
Fair point.
The dark, sparse moonlight filtered through the curtains as I quietly looked at the person sleeping beside me. Fully clothed, his eyes were closed, breathing steady, with moonlight casting a soft glow on his long eyelashes.
I didn’t want to sleep, afraid that when I woke again, I’d find this was just a dream.
“If you look at me with that gaze again, I can’t guarantee anything,” he said, his hand reaching into my blanket to hold mine. Our fingers intertwined as I closed my eyes, a sweet smile on my face, and fell asleep unknowingly. In my dream, I saw Yin Zhongtian, standing helplessly on the street, illuminated by the yellow streetlight.
I chased after him, calling out, “Zhongtian, Zhongtian…” but he didn’t turn back.
“Zhongtian, can I still help you?”
Suddenly, the streetlight went out, and everything turned black.
Ye Zhengchen’s faint voice whispered in my ear: “You were willing to undress for him, willing to marry me for him… Tell me, what else would you do for him?”
My heart tightened with unbearable pain.
I fell into a nightmare, trying to cry out but unable to make a sound.
A warm embrace held me. “It’s okay, you’re mine anyway.”
When someone repeats a phrase, it might be self-suggestion. “You’re mine anyway…” Hearing this, I broke free from the nightmare, opening my eyes to meet a pair of deep, frost-like black eyes.
It had been three years since I’d woken up in a man’s embrace. Startled, I pushed him away and looked around.
At dawn, with the mist dispersing, I found myself in my room, my bed, and a beautiful male body beside me, just like every morning in my memory.
I caught my breath, recalling that I had let him sleep on my bed last night. “How dare you take advantage of me while I was asleep?”
“You were the one who crawled into my arms after falling asleep,” Ye Zhengchen said seriously.
He pulled me into the warm blanket, holding me tightly. “What’s wrong? Having a nightmare?”
“No. Not dreaming about you.”
I was telling the truth. Dreams involving Ye Zhengchen were always nightmares, filled with endless deception and ultimately ending in fragments.
