The temperature on Wen Jian’s body was much higher than that of Ji Sang. There was even a hard object pressing against her lower back, and Ji Sang dared not move, stiffening his body while being held by him.

How could she sleep like this?

Ji Sang furrowed her brows and bit her lip. Her shoulder on one side was becoming numb. She listened attentively to the breathing behind her, which, although deep, gradually became regular. She thought Wen Jian must have fallen asleep. She gently moved her hand and touched his sleeve, then carefully lifted the cuff to create some space.

He was so domineering, placing his arm across her waist, and she could hardly breathe.

In the darkness, Ji Sang struggled and finally managed to move his arm to his own side. She let out a long sigh and stretched her stiff joints, as she had been lying on her side for a long time. But in the next moment, the man, like a large wolf, entangled her again.

His arm held her slender waist, and one leg boldly slipped between her legs. The thigh bent upwards, pressing against the center of her legs. He seemed to be searching for a comfortable position, and his long leg moved unconsciously back and forth between her legs. Her legs followed and rubbed against his thigh…

Uh…

A strange and unfamiliar itching sensation spread from the center of her legs. Her body trembled unexpectedly, and an uncontrollable soft moan escaped her throat. When she realized what that sound was, her head buzzed, and her face blushed, burning so hot that her ears felt like they were dripping blood.

It was too embarrassing.

She anxiously covered her mouth, stealing a glance at Wen Jian from the corner of her eye.

Wen Jian had his eyes closed, breathing steadily.

It seemed like he was sound asleep.

Ji Sang let out a long breath and tried to move her leg a bit, but every time she moved, the man’s leg pressed even closer against her, rubbing against her. It also made the hard object that was pressed against her buttocks mercilessly poke into her soft flesh.

Hmm, it tickles in that spot.

A stream of heat immediately surged from the center of her legs.

Ji Sang was filled with shame and anger. Her legs subconsciously squeezed together, which elicited a muffled groan from the man behind her. Startled, Ji Sang stiffened her body and lay motionless in his embrace.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

Ji Sang thought she would stay awake until dawn, but listening to the man’s breathing behind her, her eyelids grew heavier, and she unknowingly fell asleep.

While Ji Sang slept, she had a dream.

She dreamt that she was pinned down by a handsome guy. His physique was incredible, with muscles on his chest and abdomen that were incredibly attractive. Ji Sang looked at him with longing, and her fingers couldn’t help but touch him.

He approached against the backlight, and Ji Sang couldn’t see the guy’s face clearly. But as he got closer, he transformed into the appearance of Wen Jian. Ji Sang quickly retracted her fingers and murmured, puzzled and embarrassed, “Wen Jian?”

Wen Jian remained silent. He slightly bent over, his dark obsidian-like eyes filled with desire as he stared intensely at her. His slender fingers gently held her chin, caressing it repeatedly. His handsome face drew nearer, and his thin lips covered hers. She yielded and fell onto the bed, succumbing to his gentle yet domineering kiss.

His tongue was so soft and skillful, entangling with her lilac-like tongue, leaving her breathless from the kiss.

His fingers seized one of her breasts and squeezed it wantonly, and then slid downward, delving into her intimate region, touching her clitoris, circling and pressing it. His scorching breath fell upon her ear, making her whole body dizzy and trembling.

“Ji Sang, you’re so wet…”

He said, and his fingers transformed into a thick and strong organ. From behind, he forcefully entered her delicate entrance, shaking her body, and she moaned wantonly…

“Ji Sang?”

“Ji Sang?”

Ji Sang abruptly woke up from her dream. Before her were dim yellow lights, and she turned her head to see Wen Jian holding her shoulder, his black eyes fixedly staring at her without blinking.

Did she just… dream?

“I…” Her voice was hoarse, tinged with the confusion of just waking up.

“You were calling out. Nightmare?”

Ji Sang thought of the scenes in her dream, and her face flushed as if it had been scalded with a hot iron. “Ah?… Ah… Oh… Yes.”

Ji Sang was afraid he would continue to ask about the nightmare, so she quickly glanced at the slightly brightening sky outside. “It’s dawn. Let’s get up. There’s still a lot to do today.”

After saying that, she pushed away his tightly embracing body.

Both of them were wrapped in the same blanket. Wen Jian’s body warmth filled the entire blanket, and Ji Sang only felt a slight coolness on her buttocks when she moved. She turned to look and saw a large wet spot there…

Ji Sang realized it, and Wen Jian immediately felt the dampness on his leg.

Both of them froze.

Wen Jian suddenly sat up. “This is…” His gaze then settled on the center of Ji Sang’s legs.

Ji Sang was overwhelmed with embarrassment, nervously stumbling over her words. “I… I don’t know.”

Wen Jian’s deep brows became gloomy, and a faint light emanated from the depths of his eyes. His arms suddenly wrapped around Ji Sang’s slender waist. “Ji Sang, you’re so wet? Did you just have an erotic dream? What are you thinking…”

Being bombarded with three consecutive questions, Ji Sang blushed and instinctively retorted, “I didn’t.”

She spoke loudly, clearly using volume to mask her guilty conscience.

Ji Sang felt both embarrassed and indignant, not wanting to say a word to him. But in the next second, the man’s hand tightened around her waist, almost to the point of discomfort, causing her entire body to stiffen.

Because Wen Jian’s hand was now gripping her hand, reaching through their clothes to grasp his erect member. It was incredibly hard and scorching, making Ji Sang’s hand, even through the fabric, feel like she was holding a red-hot iron.

The heat made her want to withdraw her hand, but Wen Jian held it tightly, refusing to let her go.

His voice grew fiery, his gaze intense. “Ji Sang, then…”

Ji Sang was frightened and forcefully pulled her hand back. This time, he didn’t hold on tightly, and she easily pulled it out. Her mind was a jumble, and she stuttered, “It’s… it’s already morning, and your… Your parents have woken up.”

Wen Jian paused slightly. “Then let’s do it when it’s dark.”

Ji Sang: “…”

That’s not what she meant!

Ji Sang hastily climbed off the bed in a fluster, nearly stumbling over Wen Jian’s leg. He reached out to steady her. “Be careful.”

His voice was low, magnetic, unexpectedly alluring.

Ji Sang didn’t dare to look at him, her heart pounding erratically. With a hesitant “oh,” she quickly went to the side of the wardrobe to find her clothes, while a faint gaze lingered closely on her back…

Ah…

Ji Sang’s scalp went numb.

Who on earth said that? The Way of the Husband and Wife influences one’s studies, so why now… does it have to happen???

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