In the September weather, Qi Gu woke up in an air-conditioned room. Though he had only a thin summer quilt wrapped around him, he was covered in hot sweat, his cheeks flushed.
Qi Gu was lazy by nature, and like owner, like member: his morning reactions were hardly frequent either. He generally could not be bothered to deal with them. Usually, lying quietly for a while without any distracting desires was enough for them to subside on their own. Today, however, as he turned over every move Lin Hanzhi had made in his dream, the reaction below not only refused to fade but grew even more spirited, as though it had just downed an iced Americano.
Qi Gu: "..."
It was all Lin Hanzhi's fault. Why had he done such naughty things in his dream last night? Absolutely unforgivable.
Resigned to his fate, he swayed to his feet and went into the bathroom for a self-service session. When it was over, Qi Gu flopped back onto the soft bed with an aching, tingling wrist and went back to sleep.
Without Lin Hanzhi's "pestering" in his dreams this time, Qi Gu finally managed to sleep soundly.
He woke again feeling refreshed. At the same time, one thought swept everything else aside and imprinted itself with perfect clarity in Qi Gu's mind-I really do like Lin Hanzhi.
What had happened that morning was the best answer. It was not as though he had never seen sexy, beautiful men and women in the entertainment industry, but no one had ever made him have a dream like that.
In last night's dream, Lin Hanzhi's actions had been seductive, but they had not actually gone very far-just the kissing, hugging, and touching ordinary young couples did. Yet Qi Gu's little buddy had disgracefully fallen for