"Uhm, so cold, stop..."

In my daze, a large, icy but slender hand gently stroked my body.

Initially, I felt cold; my body erupted in goosebumps. But gradually, like witchcraft, the hand warmed me, stirring foreign and shameful desires deep within...

Perhaps, this is what they call daydreams turning into dreams at night?

In my sleep, my residual consciousness mused sardonically.

My name is Meng Xiaonuan. I've been married for two years, but my husband, Liu Zhiyuan, and I never had intimate moments.

Although I was not exactly longing for it, as a wife, I still wanted a skin-to-skin, intimate bonding with my husband.

Unfortunately, he was physically weak and unable; I always understood and never pressed him.

But tonight...

The feelings in my dream became more lucid, I even murmured "Zhiyuan". The imaginary man seemed ignited by the call, brutally kissing my lips, his actions suddenly turning forceful and wild.

Under his powerful onslaught, I was like a small boat caught in a storm, tossed up and down... I became increasingly tired, growing weaker and weaker, until I lost even the energy to dream, completely sinking deep into a dark, sweet sleep.

"Uh... such a headache..."

I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache. Just as I was about to sit up and turn on the light, I felt a sudden weight on my waist, as if a large arm was draped over me!

I froze, fearfully looking down at the muscular arm, lean and sinewy with a smooth skin texture that hinted at strength. Clearly, it belonged to a man.

Liu Zhiyuan never shared a bed with me... If that's the case, then who is this man...?

My heart was pounding wildly, and I was drenched in cold sweat. I sat rigid for a long time before I dared to turn around.

Under the dim sleep light, a strange man was peacefully sleeping on the bed.

He had a sharply chiseled face. The lines of his lower jaw were cold and sleek, his nose bridge high, his eyebrows spirited. His narrow eyes, although closed tight, still revealed his deeper eye sockets and artistic shape.

Although his facial contours were tough and sharp, his skin was very white, almost without any blood color. It revealed an enchantingly morbid complexion, yet it also made people feel like it was as cold as ice and snow, and untouchable.

If not for being in such a shocking situation, I would have liked to admire this handsome man, but now...

As I tremblingly lifted a corner of the quilt, I took a glance at myself and indeed, I was bare. Deep and light kisses and pinch marks on my fair skin, the sour ache between my lower body and waist, all reminded me that last night's fall was not a dream!

But, how did it all happen?

My head was aching as if it would split. I forced myself to recall.

Yesterday was my wedding anniversary with Liu Zhiyuan. He took me to a high-end hotel and treated me to a candlelit dinner.

At that time, I drank two glasses of red wine, and then my memory became fuzzy. All I remembered now were those sporadic intimate moments which made my face blush with shame.

My first time, I actually gave it away to a stranger after getting drunk!

How could I face Zhiyuan?

Tears gushed down my face. I wiped them away forcefully, enduring the aching all over my body, I got off the bed. Just as I was about to put on my clothes quietly and leave, several cold fingers suddenly gripped my wrist.

With a pull and a lead, I felt the room spinning, a dull pain throbbed on my back, and my body was thrown back onto the bed.

"Ahh--"

Suddenly, a porcelain vase next to the bed was swept to the ground with a "crash". In the quiet night, it was particularly harsh, causing one's heart to tremble.

"Shut up! Why are you screaming?!"