Late at night, when all is quiet, the noise and restrained desires suppressed during the day finally find an uninhibited outlet in dreams.
Jiang Lin dreamed of his Zhizhi.
Not the polite, distant Lin Zhi from the private room, but the darling who belonged to him alone, sweet as honey and utterly dependent on him.
She was wearing his white shirt, its oversized fabric draped over her and making her look even more slender and delicate. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, leaving her long, straight legs completely bare. They looked dazzlingly pale in the dim, warm light, her skin as fine as the finest mutton-fat jade, glowing with a soft sheen. She was curled up lazily on the sofa in his apartment, barefoot, her round, adorable toes slightly curled in a way that made her seem so sweet and innocent.
At the sound, she turned her head. All her defenses had fallen away from her soft, alluring features, leaving only wholehearted affection and intimacy. When she saw him, her amber eyes lit up instantly, as if a sky full of stars had fallen into them. Then she parted her red lips and called softly in a voice Jiang Lin had never heard before, yet had yearned for in his dreams, so sweet it seemed to stretch like threads of honey:
“Husband...”
The writing is smooth, the emotions are delicate, and it's beautiful!!