Zeng Mu had never imagined he would witness such a scene, not even in the dreams of his countless nights.
A silver moon hung above the eaves. Beneath the clear, cloudless night sky, a woman moved with light steps. She wore no shoes, revealing delicate, well-defined toes. Her hair hung loose like a waterfall, swaying with her steps and brushing rhythmically against her jade-smooth back.
Every pore, every inch of her skin was perfect. His only regret was that she was not walking toward him.
For the first time, Zeng Mu was so captivated by a woman that even when the door creaked open and her figure vanished inside, leaving her fragrance lingering in the air, he took several breaths of that scent before finally coming to his senses, setting aside a man's primal instincts and regaining his reason.
He rubbed his eyes, confirming that what he had seen was not a hallucination brought on by exhaustion, and muttered, "Whew, damn it. This is unbelievable."
The door had not closed. Intent on discovering the truth, Zeng Mu followed the fragrance through the gap. The bedroom door stood partly open, and from this angle, he could see the sleepwalking Yuan Qian lift the covers and slip gently into bed, nestling beside the sleeping Suoliya.
"Whew..." Zeng Mu hardly dared breathe as he slowly closed the door. He felt both startled and delighted. After all, something like this was difficult to judge, let alone deal with.
Feeling uneasy, he turned toward the kitchen. His earlier exhaustion had vanished completely. All he wanted was to get inside and throw himself into his work, distracting himself and burying the urge to recall what he had just seen. But a moment later, he stepped on something.
Looking down, he saw a woman's purple dudou. It