The abstinent and powerful minister is cold and aloof during the day, but he adores her in his dream

Chapter 52 I can tell you're clearly enjoying it.
Zhiwan was startled and cried out, "Ah!"

In a dizzying moment, she was pinned down on the bed.

Zhiwan trembled with fear and was about to struggle when a pleasant scent of cedar wood wafted into her nostrils.

The familiar, refreshing scent startled her, and she stopped struggling.

Looking up, I saw it was indeed that man.

"It's you!" She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

"Who else do you want?" the man asked casually, his long fingers caressing the girl's slender waist beneath him.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread from her waist, and Zhiwan's heart trembled. She clutched his nightgown tightly, bit her lip, and said defiantly, "I thought you were a lecherous thief!"

"A lecherous thief?" The man's eyes narrowed, his voice laced with danger. "You broke into my bedroom. What do you call this behavior?"

“Do you think I wanted to come here? I just happened to be sleeping and ended up here. Besides, I didn’t want to get into your bed. You dragged me here,” Zhiwan said emphatically.

"Then it was my fault." The man said softly, then suddenly raised his hand, pinched her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.

With a soft moan, Zhi Wan boldly slipped her hand inside his shirt. Taking advantage of the man's slight moment of hesitation, she suddenly pushed him down and pinned him to the ground.

A look of astonishment appeared in the man's eyes as he looked at the girl riding on his back.

Zhiwan was somewhat smug. She lowered her head and kissed his thin lips and his jade-like chin, then her eyes darted around and she quickly tore open his nightgown.

When she found the small mole on his collarbone, Zhiwan touched it with her fingertip.

The man's brow twitched, and he was about to pull his clothes back up when he saw the girl lower her head and kiss him on the collarbone.

The warm, damp sensation sent a jolt through the man.

Immediately afterwards, something soft and wet brushed against his skin.

His abdomen tightened, and his fingers, resting on the mattress, unconsciously curled up. "What exactly are you..." His voice came out hoarse.

He was surprised himself.

He originally wanted to ask her if she knew what she was doing.

But he didn't say the rest, his eyes filled with a chilling darkness.

Zhi Wan was completely unaware of the danger the man posed; she had developed a strong interest in this body.

Seeing that he did not stop her this time, she became even more reckless.

Unfortunately, the tent was dimly lit, so she couldn't see very clearly and could only rely on her hands to feel things.

The man's muscles were well-proportioned and firm, with a flawless waistline and abdomen, and the feel of his skin was astonishing.

Just as her fingertips were about to reach downwards, the man's breathing suddenly became heavier, and he quickly grabbed her hand.

"Don't do anything reckless!" the man warned in a hoarse voice.

Zhiwan paused, her eyes unconsciously glancing down at his lower body.

A vein throbbed on the man's forehead. He suddenly grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and pinned her down.

Zhiwan blinked, a hint of regret in her eyes; it was just a little short.

Unfortunately, it was just a fleeting glance, and I didn't get a clear look at all.

She raised her delicate white finger and traced it across the man's Adam's apple. "Wasn't it you who was being reckless?" she said, pointing to her lips, which were swollen and red from his kisses.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and suddenly he raised both of her hands above her head, then tore open her sash with one hand.

Zhiwan froze, then twisted her body, "W-what are you going to do?"

"Reciprocity is key!" The man's voice was still somewhat hoarse.

Zhiwan: "..."

Her curled eyelashes trembled violently.

Does reciprocity mean that you should also do whatever you want with her body?

She swallowed hard, her beautiful eyes widening as she watched the man slowly and deliberately lift her shirt.

In an instant, her green undergarment was revealed.

Zhiwan's face couldn't help but turn slightly red.

She hadn't felt embarrassed when she was exploring his body, but now that it was her turn, she felt a little awkward.

She tried to calm herself, but the man could still tell she was nervous.

He chuckled softly, his long, slender fingers tracing the pattern on her bodice. It was a white rose.

"The embroidery is quite good," the man complimented.

Zhiwan felt a little guilty. She was only good at needlework, and all the embroidery on her body was done by Shuang'er.

"It was embroidered by my maid," she couldn't help but explain.

The man glanced at her. "I can tell you're not good at needlework."

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan was somewhat unconvinced, "How did you figure that out?"

“You are spoiled and willful; you are not the type to settle down and do needlework,” the man said calmly.

Zhiwan: "..."

Is she spoiled and willful?

She recalled her interactions with this man, and it seemed that she was indeed mostly spoiled and willful.

“I have never seen a lady like you before,” the man suddenly added.

Upon hearing this, Zhiwan was displeased. "What's wrong with a refined young lady like me?"

"So audacious and reckless, she has no sense of propriety whatsoever as a young lady," the man commented sharply.

Zhiwan snorted coldly, "If I were to be reserved, you wouldn't have the advantage."

"You've taken advantage of me quite a bit too," the man teased.

“Yes, I am not reserved, but you are not a gentleman either. Why should elder brother criticize second brother? Besides, I can tell you are quite pleased with my lack of reserve.” Zhiwan retorted eloquently.

The man paused, then pinched her chin. "Sharp-tongued!"

Zhiwan rolled her eyes and tried to break free from his grasp, but the man was too strong and she couldn't break free at all.

Instead, as she struggled, her clothes slipped off her shoulders, revealing her round, fair shoulders.

The man's dark eyes darkened slightly.

He lay down on his side next to Zhiwan, his gaze sweeping unceremoniously over her alluring curves.

Zhiwan's face flushed, and she shouted fiercely but weakly, "You're not allowed to look around!"

The man's gaze lingered on her chest for a moment, then he suddenly lifted the hem of her bodice.

Zhiwan cried out in fright, "No..."

The man gave her a half-smile, then suddenly raised his hand.

"Ah—" Zhiwan exclaimed in surprise, opened her eyes, and found herself lying perfectly fine on her bed in her room, with her nightgown still on.

It turns out she was dreaming again.

Thinking about everything that happened in her dream, she suddenly felt thirsty and quickly got up, poured herself a cup of cold tea and drank it down.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Shuang'er, who was sleeping in the outer room, heard the noise and put on her clothes and came in.

"It's nothing." Zhiwan shook her head, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was very hoarse.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Shuang'er asked with concern.

Zhiwan avoided her gaze and nodded guiltily, "Mm."

"Don't be afraid, Miss. The things that happened in the dream were all fake," Shuang'er comforted her.

“Yes, they’re all fake,” Zhiwan repeated blankly.

"It's almost dawn, let me help Miss to rest a bit more," Shuang'er said.

"Okay." Zhiwan nodded.

After helping her lie down, Shuang'er tucked the blanket around her.

"You should go back to sleep for a while," Zhiwan said.

"Okay." Seeing that she was alright, Shuang'er retreated to the outer room.

Zhiwan lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

The more she thought about what happened in her dream, the more troubled she became.

Why does she keep having these kinds of dreams?
(End of this chapter)