Huang Rong's pretty face instantly flushed crimson, equal parts embarrassed and mortified. "How could I have had such a dream?"
She suddenly noticed something strange between her thighs. Reaching down instinctively, she found a large sticky mess, making her wish the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
"It was only a dream. Did I really have to get so... so worked up?" Huang Rong's cheeks burned fiercely. She guiltily glanced to the side and was relieved to see that Song Qingshu was still sound asleep, unaware of anything unusual about her.
The sticky sensation all over her body made her uncomfortable, and Huang Rong wanted to bathe first. But it was already late, so it would be inconvenient to call servants to prepare water. Besides, the moment she rose, she felt utterly weak and limp. Everything in that dream had apparently drained all her strength.
Helpless, she lay back down. Yet after all that turmoil, she could not fall asleep at all. Quietly gazing at the side profile of the man beside her, she became lost in thought. They say that what one thinks of by day appears in dreams at night. I dreamed of being with him... Could that be what I truly want deep down?
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible!" Huang Rong spent the rest of the night in anxious turmoil, until the sky gradually brightened.
When Song Qingshu opened his eyes and saw Huang Rong's exhausted face and vacant gaze, he was startled. "Rong'er, what's wrong?"
Huang Rong finally snapped out of her dazed state. At the sight of Song Qingshu's face, the image of herself kneeling submissively before him in the dream surfaced uncontrollably in her mind. Her face turned red all over again. "N-Nothing."
Song Qingshu reached out and felt her forehead, frowning. "You're a