“Have some water to soothe your throat.”
Tong Sui hesitantly opened his mouth slightly; he didn’t even need to lower his head to be fed water.
The tasteless water diluted the remaining taste of alcohol, but he was too full to drink much.
Without thinking much, Tong Sui turned his head away.
The sudden movement caused the water to spill, leaving wet stains on his clothes and chin, dampening a patch.
The chilling sensation made Tong Sui shudder slightly.
He fumbled, trying to remove his already damp clothing.
Just as he was about to unfasten a few buttons, he suddenly remembered that there was someone standing in front of him.
Tong Sui raised his chin and, with a voice lacking authority, ordered, “Turn around and don’t look.”
It felt as though the gaze on him was fixed; after a long pause, it finally half-heartedly turned away.
As Tong Sui fumbled to find a way to unfasten the buttons, he completely failed to notice that gaze had returned once more.
Moreover, it appeared even more complex and mysterious.
Like a starving beast, it seemed ready to bare its fangs and devour its long-sought prey.
Tong Sui’s trembling fingers struggled to unfasten a button for what felt like an eternity, pitted against the chaos in his mind, yet ultimately he was losing, his eyelids drooping, making him look inexplicably docile and helpless.
“… Come here.”
Upon hearing the voice, the figure seemed impatient, instantly turning back around.
Kneeling on the soft, luxurious carpet, he moved forward a couple of steps and stood before Tong Sui.
His voice was not only deep but also slightly hoarse.
“Do you have any instructions?”
“Unfasten this for me.”
In Tong Sui’s vision, he could only vaguely make out a few overlapping human figures; everything else was blurred.
If it weren’t for his discomfort, he would have fallen asleep immediately.
“Alright.”
The figure moved a little closer, the warmth of his breath hitting Tong Sui’s damp clothes.
This closeness felt excessive.
Tong Sui was about to say something when he suddenly felt something catching on the top button of the military uniform, brushing against his skin intermittently.
Tong Sui forced himself to focus his vision.
He saw familiar silver-white hair, a tall nose, and thin lips that were biting the military uniform’s button, using his mouth to unfasten it.
Each button was engraved with a complex and sacred insignia of the legion, the polished patterns clear, carrying a metallic chill and sharpness.
Tong Sui’s mind exploded; blood rushed to his head, making him flush deep red to the roots of his ears.
This must be a dream.
How could Luo Luo possibly appear before him like this, unfastening buttons in this manner?
Impossible, this is definitely a dream!
What Tong Sui couldn’t undo with his hands was now easily handled by Bai Xingluo’s mouth.
Within a brief moment of contemplation, there remained only the last button on his coat.
Bai Xingluo’s mouth was unbelievably agile.
“Luo Luo.”
Tong Sui reached out; he still had on black leather gloves he had forgotten to remove, his hands cradling Bai Xingluo’s face.
“Did I really dream of you?”
Those familiar light-colored eyes, in his dream, seemed to be a deeper hue than in his memories.
Bai Xingluo spat out the last button.
His light-colored lips gained a hint of redness as he softly spoke, “Lord.”
“I’ve been looking for you for a long time. Where have you been, hmm?”
Tong Sui couldn’t see clearly; he leaned closer, almost touching Bai Xingluo’s snow-like face.
The dark pupils reflected his image, a hint of mist clouding them, his tone inexplicably pleading.
“I’m sorry; as soon as I woke up, I searched for you. But I couldn’t make it in time; please give me another chance.”
“Lord.”
Bai Xingluo raised his head, his hands resting on the soft cushion of the chair, sitting upright, his thin lips precisely meeting Tong Sui’s still babbling lips.
“You aren’t at fault; don’t say sorry to me.”
He felt extremely lucky.
Bai Xingluo’s kiss felt like rain accumulated from days of cloudy skies, dropping heavily onto the vibrant lotus leaves in the pond, forming plump raindrops.
Tong Sui, already in a daze, felt even more helpless, leaning against the soft cushion of the chair. He appeared high up but had nowhere to escape.
This dream…
Was a bit too real.
Tong Sui gasped for breath, adjusting his breathing; the bitter taste of alcohol had completely vanished, replaced by a more fragrant sweetness.
He cast a vague glance downward.
He met the gaze of Bai Xingluo, who was kneeling before him, and Tong Sui’s eyelashes trembled, sliding away in embarrassment.
How could he be dreaming of such inappropriate things while drunk?
Tong Sui chastised himself.
This is not right; it’s too naughty to think of someone like this in a dream.
He had seen enough, so he hoped to wake up quickly.
Tong Sui closed his eyes, after several seconds of mental preparation, he opened them again.
Hmm?
“… Why are you still here?”
Bai Xingluo’s gaze darkened, “Because my mission is not finished yet.”
As he spoke, he removed his white gloves, revealing his clean, bony hands, fingers long and palms wide.
Uh-oh, the dream isn’t ending; help!
Tong Sui seemed to anticipate what he was about to do, despairingly closing his eyes.
This dream was a bit too stimulating.
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