Morning.
Luo Yujiao slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she was lost in thought, as if she had a dream, a dream filled with fantasy, which began when she returned home from grocery shopping.
This dream was too complex, so complex that it felt unbelievable to even think about.
But the next moment, she felt as if she was holding a man who exuded a masculine aura. Upon closer inspection, it was Yang Feilong, whom she had dreamed of multiple times recently, full of masculine charm.
"Hmm, it really is a dream!" Luo Yujiao's delicate face was flushed, and she murmured softly, "But this dream feels so real!"
"Heh heh, looks like you dream of me often, huh?" Yang Feilong opened his eyes, looking at Luo Yujiao with a smile on his face.
"Huh? People in dreams can talk?" Luo Yujiao looked at Yang Feilong in surprise and touched his cheek. Hmm, the touch felt quite good.
Yang Feilong: "..."
Smack!
Yang Feilong kissed the somewhat dazed Luo Yujiao on the lips.
Whoosh.
Luo Yujiao's face suddenly turned red, and she stammered, "I, I, you..."
At this moment, she also woke up from her daze. She had just woken up, and such scenes often appeared in her dreams, so she momentarily thought it was all a dream. But now, she fully understood. This wasn't a dream at all!
What she had experienced yesterday, though bizarre, was all real!
"Don't speak, kiss me," Yang Feilong said domineeringly.
"Mmm." What else can be said? Luo Yujiao was gentle by nature. Facing the assertive Yang Feilong, although she felt extremely embarrassed, she still obeyed Yang Feilong's words and kissed his lips.
Just as her small mouth was about to withdraw, Yang Feilong held her and engaged in an intimate exchange of tongues until Yang Feilong felt Luo Yujiao was struggling to breathe, then he let her go.
"I, I should get up," Luo Yujiao said softly, her face as red as a flower, avoiding Yang Feilong's eyes.
"No," Yang Feilong rested his face on Luo Yujiao's body, nuzzling. It felt very good. He realized he couldn't leave Luo Yujiao.
This woman was like she was made of water.
No wonder Li Dapao had been willing to give up hundreds of thousands to marry her back then, and no wonder Lei Jin had resorted to such despicable and shameless means to get her.
Unfortunately, on the day of their wedding, he became a eunuch. Why did Li Dapao not touch her body, but instead hit her? The reason was simple: he had no function. The thought of becoming a eunuch drove him mad!
This was also why Luo Yujiao had remained pure for nearly ten years of marriage.
Now, Yang Feilong found himself infatuated with Luo Yujiao – her gentle demeanor, her soft skin, and her fair, smooth skin that was as delicate as water.
Luo Yujiao could feel Yang Feilong's obsession with her. The tenderness in her eyes grew even stronger. She gently bit her lip and said, "I, I'm so much older than you. You used to call me aunt. This isn't right."
If only she hadn't said that. Hearing this, Yang Feilong became even more excited.
Thus, Luo Yujiao cried.
Of course, not a real cry, but that kind of crying.
After a long while, Yang Feilong held Luo Yujiao and chuckled wickedly, "What about now?"
"You're too wicked," Luo Yujiao said, her face flushed, not daring to meet Yang Feilong's eyes. "And doing this often is not good for your body. You, you're still too young."
"Too young? Ha, what if I'm young? All my students are university students," Yang Feilong kissed Luo Yujiao. He actually knew what Luo Yujiao's concerns were. She felt like an old cow trying to eat young grass.
Luo Yujiao looked at Yang Feilong, her expression serious. She gave a bitter smile. "I'm a married woman. My daughter is about your age. And you are young and promising. Many excellent women like you. I, I'm not worthy of you."
"But I like you!" Yang Feilong said softly, stroking her smooth skin. "Also, you never registered your marriage, and your body was given to me pure. As for my daughter? I can treat her as my daughter too!"
"..." Luo Yujiao stared blankly at Yang Feilong. She could feel that Yang Feilong's feelings for her were genuine.
This made her feel cherished.
It was also the happiness she had always longed for.
when she was young, she had fantasized many times about her other half – a handsome, talented man who could protect her and stand tall.
Yang Feilong possessed all of this and even surpassed her fantasy. Now that she had him, why did it feel so unreal?
Yes, because he was too outstanding, and she was insecure deep down.
"I, I'm not worth you being so good to me," Luo Yujiao murmured softly.
"Why aren't you worth it?" Yang Feilong said softly. "There's no nobility or baseness in love. You like someone, you like them. You don't like them, you don't."
"You've experienced too little. I don't want you to regret it because of me," Luo Yujiao bit her rosy lips, her voice gentle but firm.
Just as Yang Feilong was about to say something, her delicate, fair hand gently caressed his lips. Her voice was calm but tender. "I can be the woman behind you, without any title. If you are wronged, or if you need anything, you can come to me. I am your eternal harbor. If one day you don't need me anymore, just tell me. I won't pester you. As for our relationship, don't tell anyone. I don't want you to be subject to any criticism. I hope you can agree to me, otherwise, when you leave me, I will quietly leave here, and you will never find me!"
Yang Feilong looked at Luo Yujiao, stunned.
Luo Yujiao wore a smile, her eyes as tender as water as she looked at Yang Feilong. "Promise me, okay?"
Yang Feilong embraced Luo Yujiao's body and sniffed her scent. At this moment, there was no physical desire, only a profound emotional resonance in his heart.
He actually knew that although Luo Yujiao seemed gentle, it was her inherent kindness. But in reality, she had her own principles, and at times, she was incredibly resolute.
Just like before, when faced with threats, she chose to commit suicide rather than act against someone.
Yang Feilong dared not push her too hard, or she might really do something like disappearing from his life forever.
And Yang Feilong found that he could no longer do without this woman who was as gentle as water, kind, considerate, and as beautiful as a fairy.
"Okay, I promise you everything. But you also have to promise me not to leave rashly. Otherwise, I'll post missing person notices everywhere, saying that the child's mother, Luo Yujiao, has run away from home, leaving me and our child behind," Yang Feilong whispered into her ear, both gently and assertively.
Luo Yujiao opened her mouth slightly, her body trembling. Especially when she heard the words "child's mother," her face turned even redder. However, she also felt a sense of relief. If Yang Feilong hadn't agreed, she wouldn't have known what to do. Because she didn't want to leave Yang Feilong, but she didn't want him to regret his decision today. Therefore, if Yang Feilong insisted, she would really choose to leave him and hide.
"Mhm," Luo Yujiao gently nodded her head.