Chapter 57: The Real “Nightmare”

Lu Zhao didn’t leave that night.

After the banquet, Yu Baiwei grew unusually quiet, making him uneasy.

He was certain he hadn’t misread her look, but he couldn’t just ask.

Same room, same sleeping arrangement.

He didn’t know why Yu Mulian, fully aware it was an act, still put them together.

This time, Lu Zhao stayed awake until he couldn’t resist sleep any longer.

He dozed off, but someone couldn’t.

In the darkness, a pair of bright eyes, filled with complex thoughts, stared at the ceiling.

The image of opening that door stuck in Yu Baiwei’s mind like it was glued, replaying endlessly.

Memories beautify things, and now that scene held a strange allure.

So beautiful, she couldn’t help imagining herself in Yan Ruyue’s place.

Her, astride Lu Zhao. Her, face flushed with captivating allure. Her…

She forced the unrealistic thoughts away.

What am I doing? Am I fantasizing about him?

No! I can’t think like this, can’t act on it, can’t…

Biting her lip, her hands clenched, then slowly relaxed.

But… what if he doesn’t mind?

The earlier suspicion—that Lu Zhao was a playboy—sparked like a flame in dry grass, burning uncontrollably.

And right now, that man was lying just inches away on the bed!

Her heartbeat quickened, lips parting, fair legs rubbing together, body heating up.

Yu Baiwei felt so hot, craving something cool to hold, something to quell the burning in her heart.

In the quiet room, only Lu Zhao’s steady breathing filled the air.

She threw off the blanket, stood, her eyes blazing with fervor, staring at his back through the dark.

Silently, she circled to his side, knelt by the bed, one hand on the floor.

In the darkness, her face—twisted with tension and desire—neared his.

So close, she felt his breath, her heartbeat pounding like it would burst her eardrums.

Finally, her lips touched something, a faint sensation like an electric shock blanking her mind.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t their first kiss—last time was more intense, but she’d been half-asleep, thinking it a dream.

This was different. This was her will, her desire driving her.

When she came to, she was gently holding his lower lip.

Panicking, she pulled back, terrified he’d wake.

Lu Zhao didn’t stir. He was too exhausted.

For nearly an hour, Yan Ruyue had ravaged him like a storm. Even before, she’d never been that wild.

Back then, she’d at least considered his physical state. But this time, fueled by anger, she didn’t care.

This was punishment—punishment for his “betrayal.” No way she’d let him enjoy it.

His deep sleep made Yu Baiwei misunderstand again. She whispered, “Lu Zhao… Lu Zhao?”

He’s not waking? Is he… pretending?

Her trembling lips curved into a smile, her mind spiraling into excitement.

“If you don’t wake up, I won’t hold back. You don’t care, right?” Her voice trembled with thrill.

Her bathrobe slid off silently. She lifted the thin blanket covering him.

As she moved, Lu Zhao let out a few muffled groans.

Seeing he still didn’t wake, she was convinced he was faking, emboldening her further.

Her long legs straddled his waist…

Lu Zhao had a nightmare. Yan Ruyue, that crazy woman, was on him again.

Fine, you get me in reality, and now in dreams too? My dream, and you’re still bullying me?

But she could.

His hands, reaching to push her, were pinned. His mouth, trying to curse her, was sealed. The pressure on his chest felt so real.

And maybe it was his imagination, but the legs gripping his waist seemed longer, tighter.

Were they too familiar? He could sense the slightest difference.

Slowly, the face became Yu Baiwei’s, her expression mirroring Yan Ruyue’s—beautiful yet twisted with exhilarated control.

Damn, I knew her look was off. How am I dreaming of her now?

Lu Zhao thought helplessly.

He closed his eyes, feeling the vivid dream, hoping she’d finish soon so he’d never return to this cursed place.

Morning came, and his biological clock woke a weary Lu Zhao.

He tried to rise but collapsed back, a sharp pain in his waist. “Hiss… why’s it worse?”

After the pain eased, he got up to wash.

But lifting the blanket, something felt off—his lower body felt sticky.

No way… did I have a wet dream? That’s ridiculous.

He rushed to the bathroom, startled to find not just stickiness but blood traces.

Was yesterday that intense? Is this mine or hers?

Confirming it wasn’t his, he sank into thought. Why hadn’t he noticed yesterday?

The memory was fuzzy, but he’d showered last night. So where’d the blood come from?

Unable to figure it out, he cleaned up and checked the bed—spotless, like it’d been changed.

Changed? What the hell’s going on?

The déjà vu of a blackout night where something unknown happened made him scratch his head.

“Mmm…”

A soft sound came from the floor. He’d forgotten someone was there.

Seeing Yu Baiwei, his eyes twitched.

Yesterday’s bathrobe was barely there, but now? Nothing?

Lu Zhao sighed, rubbing his temples. Her stark, pale figure was a dilemma—look or don’t look.

Especially those long legs, triggering memories of last night’s dream.

Daytime thoughts, nighttime dreams? Pfft, disgusting.

He couldn’t take it. He went to find Liu Yu to handle this.

Seeing Yu Baiwei, Liu Yu was startled, shaking her shoulder.

“Mm… Aunt Liu? Why’re you here?” Yu Baiwei’s lips curled into a silly smile Liu Yu couldn’t decipher.

“Miss, why… why no clothes? Young Master Lu came to get me.”

Yu Baiwei sat up, glancing at the empty bed. “Oh, where’s Lu Zhao?”

“Madam called him to the dining room for breakfast.”

“Then I’ll head over too.”

Liu Yu sensed something different about Yu Baiwei today but couldn’t pinpoint it.

One thing was clear, though—she seemed in a good mood.

“Weird…”