He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

The voice came down low and deep from above, with laughter and a breathy tone, like a feather brushing against the tip of her heart.

She tilted her head back, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with tears. Her eyelashes trembled, and tears slid down her cheeks, indistinguishable from moisture or genuine crying.

She bit her delicate pink lips, and soft, suppressed sobs escaped from them.

"No...no more..." Her voice broke into several fragments, so much so that even she couldn't hear it clearly.

I can't take it anymore. I really can't take it anymore.

The man chuckled softly, the sound rolling out of his chest and hitting her eardrums, making her feel weak all over.

His large hand slid up her waist and grasped her palm, pressing it against the cold tiles.

With his other hand, he gripped her waist, applying just the right amount of pressure, pulling her closer to him again and again.

Each time was like lighting a fuse, exploding from the point of contact, shooting up her spine, burning her mind into a blank.

"Baby, why are you saying one thing and meaning another?" His lips brushed against her earlobe, his breath tickling her most sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

"She says no but her body doesn't want me to leave."

"You bastard!" Xia Ruo cried out in shame, her voice trembling with sobs, yet soft as if she were being coquettish.

"Don't cry, be good." He turned her body around, held the back of her head, and precisely covered her lips with his, silencing all her sobs.

Another large hand set her on fire all over, from her shoulder blades to her waist, from her waist to her legs. Every inch of skin that was touched felt like it was on fire, burning her whole body until her toes curled up.

"Call my name, baby. Call my name."

"Mr. Huo..." Her voice carried a soft, submissive quality that she herself was unaware of.

"Say their full names." His voice deepened, carrying an unyielding command. "Hurry up."

"No... Huo Sinian—" she almost cried out those three words, the last syllable of which he swallowed between his lips and teeth.

"My baby is so good." He kissed the corner of her lips, his voice low like a sigh. "You've lied to me for so long, but I won't hold it against you. Let me pamper you."

His lips traced down her jawline, landing on her throbbing carotid artery, and his tongue gently pressed together—

ding ding ding-

A sharp alarm clock suddenly shattered my dream.

Xia Ruo suddenly opened her eyes and sat up abruptly in bed.

The terror of the dream still lingered in her pupils; she gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking the stray hairs at his temples and sticking to his burning cheeks.

She's gone mad. She must be mad.

Recalling her dream, Xia Ruo's face was filled with disbelief.

She had an indescribable erotic dream. The sounds, sensations, and temperatures from the dream lingered on her skin, like they had been branded, and she couldn't shake them off.

That's fine.

As an adult woman, it's normal to have a little bit of loneliness and have a wet dream, and it's understandable that the object of the dream is the boss.

After all, she accidentally kissed him last night, and her brain processed it on its own while she was asleep, so it's understandable.

But can anyone tell her why the words Huo Sinian said in her dream sounded like those of Zhou Siyan?

The tone, pauses, and even the rising arc of the last syllable of the phrase "you've lied to me for so long" sounded exactly like the person on the other end of the phone.

She even vaguely felt in her dream that the way Huo Sinian looked down at her and the tone of his voice when he sent her a message were the same thing.

I must have been too tired last night.

It must have been because of that drunken boss.

It must be because I've been working too much overtime lately and my endocrine system is out of balance that I've connected the two of them.

Impossible, impossible. These two people are definitely not the same person.

Xia Ruo threw off the covers, ran barefoot into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed the cold tap water on her face.

The coolness pierced her skin, making her shiver, and the temperature on her face finally dropped a little.

She looked up at her wet face in the mirror—her peach blossom eyes were watery, her lips were red as if he had bitten them, and water dripped from the stray hairs on her forehead; she looked disheveled and flustered.

"It was just a dream," she said, emphasizing each word as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Don't scare yourself!"

......

Xia Ruo's morning dream once again made her rush into the company building, barely making it in time for her late arrival.

She ran breathlessly straight to the elevator.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

The door was still closed.

Xia Ruo stood in front of the door, holding her knees and catching her breath: "Couldn't you have just pressed the elevator button and waited for me? You're inhuman."

Before the words were finished—

The elevator doors suddenly opened again.

Huo Sinian stood inside, one hand in his pocket and the other on the door open button, staring at her.

Xia Ruo blinked her eyes.

He...he didn't hear her cursing at him, did he?

At that moment, an astonishing will to survive erupted in her mind.

Her lips curved upwards with incredible speed, her peach blossom eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and her voice was as sweet as if it had just been pulled from a honey pot:

"Good morning, Mr. Huo! Thank you for pressing the elevator button for me."

Huo Sinian stared at her for two seconds. Something was slowly churning in those unfathomable eyes:

"Come in quickly, or you'll be late for clocking in again."

Xia Ruo subconsciously lifted her foot, but her gaze inadvertently fell on his lips.

In an instant, her feet were nailed to the ground.

Last night in the office, those two seconds when his lips touched the corner of her lips were like a slow-motion scene magnified infinitely, suddenly popping out from the depths of her mind.

Immediately afterwards, images of passionate kissing from her erotic dream flooded back—he gripped her waist, his lips moving from her lips down to her chin, and from her chin to her earlobe…

The foot that had stepped halfway into the elevator involuntarily retracted.

"Mr. Huo, no, no, that's alright," she said, her head bowed, not daring to look at him, her voice trembling with embarrassment, "Please go up first, I'd like to wait for the next elevator."

"Why?" His voice came down from above. "Are you blaming me for making you late for clocking in last time?"

Xia Ruo's heart skipped a beat. How did he know?

Could it be that someone in the office was whispering in his ear?

"No, no, Mr. Huo, you've misunderstood," she waved her hands repeatedly, "It's...it's..."

She racked her brains for an excuse, and sweat broke out on her forehead in a panic.

"I ran all the way and sweated a lot, so I was afraid I'd smell bad... ha... ha..." She chuckled dryly, realizing how stupid her excuse was.

"It's alright, come in."

"Okay..." Xia Ruo bit her lip and stepped into the elevator with a stiff upper lip.

He's drunk and doesn't remember anything. Why are you blushing and your heart is pounding all over the place?

Xia Ruo secretly took a breath and mentally scolded herself.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

The elevator car was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning vents mingling with the pounding of her own heart.

She stood in the corner, her eyes fixed on the floor buttons, but her peripheral vision kept drifting to the side.

Zhou Siyan did not look at her.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the blurry figure reflected on the elevator wall. Then he took a very light, very slow breath.

So sweet. It tastes exactly the same as last night.