328 The Quiet Man 9 + 10 (1/2)

Cheng Qingchong's attention was lost as she stared at the scene. Eventually, she closed the door quietly behind her and left the room.

…

After Song Qingchun told Su Zhinian she didn't need his charity, she had tossed and turned in her bed, thinking about the possible danger that could come to her should she stay at home alone; that had caused her to sleep quite late. That morning she had woken up at 6 am, so she had felt exceptionally drowsy by the time the afternoon came.

Her dreams were filled with images of Su Zhinian working seriously in his suit and tie. It was probably the result of her studying him for so long earlier that afternoon.

Then, the scene in her dreams changed. Suddenly, Su Zhinian's quiet and professional image changed. His tapered fingers reached for his shirt collar to remove the tie slowly and deliberately. Then, he started to work on the buttons on his shirt before undoing the buckle of his belt.

Out of nowhere, the image of Su Zhinian undressing turned into Su Zhinian taking a shower. The water caressed his strong chest and licked his delicious abs before it went trickling downward.

The rest of the image was clouded by the hot steam. When she could see clearly again, Su Zhinian was in bed, leaning the headboard; his perfectly toned upper body was completely exposed since the comforter only reached his waist.

There was originally only one person in her dream, but at this point, a mysterious woman suddenly made an appearance. It was then the scenes in her dream became too salacious to be described here. Song Qingchun had never seen pornography before, but the Korean dramas and Japanese manga she enjoyed would still occasionally show some age-restricted scenes. Somehow, all of the male leads' faces were replaced by Su Zhinian in her dream.

At the beginning, there was no sound in her dream, but eventually, she started to hear passionate moaning and grunting. With a flicker of her eyelashes, Song Qingchun finally woke up. She realized she was in a quiet room, and beautiful rays of sunlight were filtering in through the window.

The atmosphere was one of peace.

Song Qingchun stretched lazily in the swing, and she stared out the window for a long time before she moved her head to take in the room. She eventually noticed Su Zhinian, who was completely focused, working at his desk.

When did he return?

Song Qingchun moved her body and was shocked to realize a blanket was carefully draped over it.

Su Zhinian did this?

Her gaze wandered to the man once more. The afternoon sun fell on him as it streamed through the window, his long and curly lashes creating a pair of beautiful shadows under his eyes.

His skin had the illusion of being transparent, reflecting the light of the afternoon sun. It was truly a mesmerizing picture.

She had spent quite a long time in the morning studying him, but even now, she was still shocked by the view that unfolded before her eyes. Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian for a long time, and her attention started to waver. She then remembered her dream about him.

He had also been working tirelessly in it.

”Ah,” Song Qingchun yelped under her breath before using her hands to clamp over her mouth. Her small face was flushed immediately, and her ears burned.

He had not only been working tirelessly in her dream; he had also been doing something else tirelessly in it.

The blood-pumping images from her dream repeated in Song Qingchun's mind as if she was re-watching them in slow-motion.

Su Zhinian was fixing a document that had some incongruities when he heard a soft ”ah” in his ears.

He frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look in Song Qingchun's direction. His eyes met the girl's.