Wen Ning had a bizarre yet vivid dream, in which she kissed a man who was not Jiang Churan.
The experience felt astoundingly life-like; even in the dream, she could feel her cheeks warm and her heart flutter.
Despite having been in a relationship for over a year and sharing several kisses with Jiang Churan, the sensation in her dream was entirely different.
Subsequently, an involuntary Wen Ning was plunged into absolute chaos.
Sometimes she felt sad, sometimes her head ached, all the while uttering indistinct noises in her trembling voice.
In her daze, she had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly, the room fell into an eerie silence. There was not a sound to be heard, making it difficult for her to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.
Wen Ning lay uncomfortably, her heart filled with apprehension, but she lacked the strength to open her eyes.
The most vivid sensation amid the uncertainty was the cool mint scent of the man.
After an indefinite time, she finally emerged from the chaotic and bizarre dreamland, waking up in the midst of pitch darkness.
Wen Ning didn't sleep comfortably; the air felt suffocating. She was soaked in sweat from her frantic breathing.
Struggling to wake up, she instantly felt something strange about her body.
Though she felt achy all over, the discomfort was within her tolerance.
The bed beneath her was unusually soft, the view before her eyes unobscured and expansive, the bedding emitting an unfamiliar fresh scent.
She frowned, propped her forehead up with one hand, and forced herself to sit up. Once she registered her surroundings, her pupils abruptly dilated.
In the generous bed, a man laid naturally on his side, his handsome face filled with serenity.
That feeling couldn't be described as merely startled—
It took her a moment to recall the twists and turns from yesterday. Last night, when she went to find Wan Li, she was forced to drink a glass of red wine, and then she blacked out until now.
Looking at that handsome face, sound asleep, her heart was in a state of confusion. Her mind seemed to be in complete disarray.
But moments later, Wen Ning took a deep breath, her mind blank and shocked for a long while.
She desperately tried to recall what had happened, but the more she tried, the more terrified she felt. The horrifying images she initially thought were from a strange dream turned out to be real. The intense sense of reality from their intimacy suddenly returned to her mind, making her spine tingle.
In her 23 years of life, this was the first time she had ever experienced something so crazy.
She was dumbstruck, with a dull ache in her head.
She was sweating profusely, her hair damp.
She, still dazed, gently removed the blanket, and staggeringly went off the bed.
She put on her black-rimmed glasses that she picked up from the table, and located her clothes that were strewn all over the place, putting them on one by one.
The more she dressed, the clearer her mind became. Seeing the traces on her skin, she understood how outrageous last night had been.
Having put on her clothes, she wanted to run. She felt aggrieved and had considered waking the man up and questioning him about everything.
She opened her mouth for quite a while, but she couldn't muster up a sound, ultimately she couldn't overcome her timidity.
Gritting her teeth, Wen Ning decided to quickly leave the room, fleeing as if running for her life.