The moment he opened the photo, Tian Lei felt his heart, which had been silent for 28 years, start racing as if powered by a motor. His eyes automatically focused on the adorable girl in the photo, and it was at that moment he realized that women could also be such a delightful sight.
In the photo, Mo Xin was intently playing the guzheng, her waterfall-like hair softly draped over her left shoulder. The light pink cheongsam with floral prints showcased her charm and innocence. It was hard to imagine that just a distant side profile could have such a shocking impact on him. Her elegance and composure in the photo were blooming unrestrainedly across the computer screen.
A woman in a cheongsam should have been tempered by time, yet at the tender age of 18, the childishness typical of her age was replaced by a classical aura that emanated from her entire being. The sparkling light from her flower-shaped jade earrings shot into his mind like a powerful laser beam, penetrating deep into his heart. Her delicate neck reflected a captivating glow against the pink fabric.
She was engrossed in playing the guzheng, and the beautiful sound transcended geographical distances, echoing in his ears. It was like celestial music. How fortunate he would be to sit by her side and listen to her play.
His gaze slowly descended to where the slit of the cheongsam ended at two-thirds of her slender, pale thigh. His eyes instantly fixated on her fair legs, unable to look away. He felt his blood boiling like scalding water, ready to burst forth. Unconsciously, he reached out his right hand to touch the screen, and a surge of heat flowed from his heart through his nose, staining his white shirt with crimson blossoms of love.
All the blood in his body concentrated at a single point in his lower abdomen. The beast that had never awakened finally raised its head, erecting a tent in his lower body, clamoring for liberation. Even though he hadn't seen her face, the hazy beauty told him that this was love at first sight, this was the stirring of emotions.
With longing for her, he tossed and turned, and with that beautiful anticipation, he fell into a deep sleep at two in the morning.
In her dream, she walked gracefully ahead in that cheongsam, which wrapped around her perfect figure yet boldly displayed her enchanting charm. Her fair and alluring legs were faintly visible as she moved, and her perky butt swayed beautifully before him, drawing him to follow her steps. He embraced her waist from behind, and the startled girl let out a gasp.
Her voice acted like an aphrodisiac to him. Driven by his inner desires, his large hand caressed her cute little bottom, kneading it in rhythm with her swaying movements.
The girl in front trembled like a flower in the wind. She slightly tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder, and a few unruly strands of her silky black hair playfully brushed against his nose. Her fragmented moans shattered his last restraint. Unable to hold back any longer, his erect masculinity replaced the actions of his hand, mischievously pressing against her soft forbidden area.
Her moans grew sharper, sounding even more delightful to his ears. Her small hands tightly grasped his large hand that was wreaking havoc at her waist. His left hand interlaced with her right, fingers entwined, and placed firmly at her waist, preventing her from struggling. His right hand followed her graceful curves, slowly ascending to conquer the final peak, cupping the soft mound, gently kneading, feeling the beautiful rose bloom and bear fruit in his hand through the cheongsam.
His fingertips lightly tugged at the pearl that had quietly hardened, not forgetting to whisper embarrassing words into her ear. 'Baby, your pearl is hard.'
Her moans grew louder, her hands helplessly clutching his large hands at her waist. Along with a series of seductive sounds of arousal, a surge of warmth broke through the layers of resistance, staining his pants and her skirt.
He awoke from this beautiful spring dream, looking at his sleep pants, realizing this was what a wet dream felt like. For the first time, he felt like a real man. The sensations in the dream were so real, so wonderful, and so enticing. This was the real him. The dormant wolf was finally awakened by that fleeting glimpse, stirring the beast within. He truly wished to pin that captivating girl beneath him and tease her to his heart's content.
Yes, it's time to prepare for the return to China, but first, those two nuisances at home must be dealt with. Otherwise, given his mother's protective nature, he wouldn't stand a chance with her, his future Mo Xin, his little Xin Xin. Last time, his father considered leaving him in charge of the American branch, but this time, he plans to switch places with his father. This way, his mother, in her effort to chase away the vixens around his father, would follow him to America, leaving just the two of them at home.
The demon inside him roared. He turned on the dim bedside lamp and stood up, large beads of sweat rolling down his bronze skin, all the way down to his lower abdomen.
He walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The cold water poured over his head, yet it failed to extinguish the wolfish fire burning within him.
"My Xin Xin, my treasure, here I come."