Xie Ji was utterly shocked to see Ji Shi in Lu Xunji's dream.
He was thinking about Ji Shi even in his dreams. Just how much did he love him?
When had Lu Xunji hooked up with Ji Shi behind his back?!
He was a little annoyed at Ji Shi now. It felt like he had painstakingly raised a daughter, only for her to bring some blond delinquent home one day and tell him, "We're truly in love, and I'm already pregnant with his child."
The blond delinquent would sling an arm around his daughter, whistle lewdly, and ask, "Hey, old geezer, is my souped-up scooter safe parked downstairs?"...
That feeling of having his precious jade cabbage rooted up by a pig filled Xie Ji's entire face with grief and indignation. "What are you doing here?"
Ji Shi was also wearing pajamas. He walked over and addressed him. "My wife, what's wrong with you? What else would I be doing in my own home? Sleeping, of course."
Xie Ji: "...?"
He looked up at Ji Shi, then down at himself. "...Who are you calling that? Me?"
"Of course." Ji Shi came over, draped an arm around his shoulders, and steered him toward the bed. "You're my lawfully wedded wife. Who else would I be talking to? It's very late. We should get some rest. We have to get up early tomorrow."
Utterly bewildered, Xie Ji was pressed down beneath the covers by Ji Shi. While he was still lost in confusion over what was going on, Ji Shi, his self-proclaimed husband, had already drifted off to sleep.
As steady breathing reached his ears, Xie Ji began to find this a little ridiculous.
Then someone knocked on the door again.
Xie Ji nudged Ji Shi. "Bro, someone's knocking. Go get the door."
Ji Shi didn't wake up.
Xie Ji gave him another kick.
He still didn't wake up.
This wasn't sleeping. He had to be dead.
How wonderful. My husband was stiff in bed at night. Turned out he was dead.
Xie Ji could only get up and answer the door himself.
Wisps of cool air blew through the opening door, and Xie Ji saw Lu Xunji. He wore a sleeveless long tunic and black trousers, a very plain farmhand's outfit. Yet on him, it carried a certain suggestive air.
Xie Ji had always known Lu Xunji was a clothes horse with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a perky ass, and long legs. He hadn't expected this sort of outfit to put his sex appeal on even fuller display.
"Young madam," Lu Xunji addressed him. "You told me to come clean the room."
Xie Ji took a deep breath and said with a smile, "What kind of roleplay is it this time? You've got quite the repertoire, young man."
Lu Xunji kept his head lowered without speaking, as though he hadn't understood what Xie Ji was saying. His expression was hidden.
Though he didn't know why the room needed cleaning in the middle of the night, Xie Ji could only follow the plot. "Come in, then."
Lu Xunji the farmhand followed young madam Xie Ji into the room.
Xie Ji plopped down on the bed and crossed his legs, about to watch how Lu Xunji would clean the room, only to find that tall figure standing in front of him, blocking out every bit of moonlight.
Xie Ji: "?"
Before he could voice his confusion, Lu Xunji bent down and reached out to pull loose the tie of his nightclothes.
Trembling, Xie Ji pushed at his head and kept his voice down. "What are you doing?!"
What happened to cleaning the room?!
Lu Xunji lifted his gaze, dangerous desire in his deep violet eyes, his voice hoarse from deliberately lowering it. "Wasn't this why you called me in at this hour, young madam?"
Xie Ji: "Was... that... what I meant?"
Wait, so that was what he meant?
What was the plot this time?
A wealthy family's young madam sneaking around with the farmhand behind the young master's back?
Lu Xunji remained kneeling on one knee at Xie Ji's feet, his lowered lashes casting shadows beneath his eyes. Moonlight dyed the tips of his lashes snow-white, and the light split his incomparably handsome face in two, lending him an even more uncanny beauty.
He tilted his head up, held Xie Ji by the waist, and planted a kiss on his chest.
"Whatever you ask of me, I'll agree."
Xie Ji: "..."
Holy crap, the sheer illicit-affair vibes.
His mind was a little muddled, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. Lu Xunji had already worked his way up to his lips and pressed him down into the soft bedding.
"Wait, wait." Xie Ji hurriedly braced his hands against Lu Xunji's shoulders and took a deep breath. "I... go back for now. Don't take my clothes off, mmph."
Lu Xunji tilted his head slightly and rubbed against his earlobe, his voice beguiling. "If you struggle like this, I can't promise the young master won't wake up."
Even knowing this was only a dream, Lu Xunji's words were enough to make Xie Ji's scalp tingle. His voice unconsciously grew much quieter as he clutched Lu Xunji's clothes and whispered tightly, "That wasn't what I meant. Get up first. I'll... come explain things to you later, okay?"
Lu Xunji's hands paused, and he turned his head to look at him.
Xie Ji met his gaze a little nervously, terrified that Lu Xunji would disregard everything and really force himself on him. This was his dream, after all. According to Little Black, anything Lu Xunji wanted to happen in the dream would definitely happen.
He was the ruler here.
If I'd known being his protector came with the risk of losing my anal virginity, I absolutely, absolutely... would've asked the system for more money!!!
Xie Ji was a little scared. Lu Xunji studied him with some curiosity. "Are you afraid, young madam?"
He was still lying on top of Xie Ji. With his build, he could cover Xie Ji completely, and scorching heat radiated from wherever their skin touched.
Xie Ji's lips trembled, and he turned his head away in embarrassment. "No."
Lu Xunji hesitated for a few seconds, then rolled off Xie Ji and looked down at the person on the bed.
After their earlier movements, Xie Ji's silk nightclothes were wrinkled beyond recognition, exposing his beautiful, slender, firm waist.
His long, pale golden hair spread across the bed, also adorning his snow-white skin.
Lu Xunji's Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out to cover those dazzlingly pale thighs, then hooked the strap of the nightclothes and slipped it back onto Xie Ji's shoulder.
Xie Ji watched him with wide eyes, seemingly a little puzzled.
Lu Xunji was so tempted by him that even his hands were shaking, yet he still tidied up the disheveled Xie Ji, gathered his long hair, and bent down to take him into his arms.
Lu Xunji held him very tightly, as though protecting an immensely precious treasure.
"All right."
He heard Lu Xunji's voice, low from restraint.
"Whatever you ask of me, I'll agree."
Even in a dream, he was unwilling to indulge himself and hurt Xie Ji.
Even if, judging by this dream's setting, he was probably already overwhelmed by the torment of consuming desire.
The instant Lu Xunji shut the door and left, Xie Ji sat up in bed, lifted his skirt, and looked at the fingerprints Lu Xunji had left on his thighs. He let out a deep sigh.
What inappropriate reading material had Princess Jiji been getting into now? After this shared dream experience, I'd have to put some restrictions on the little princess's extracurricular reading...