The morning sun always gives a warm feeling, especially in the chilly deep autumn.
Cast upon the face, it’s like gentle hands softly caressing.
Last night’s passionate lovemaking was not only physically fulfilling, but it also filled a heart to the brim.
In the oversized bed, the sleeping man’s handsome face seemed softened under the sun’s caress, his arms tightly embracing a soft pillow, lips slightly upturned...
If it hadn’t been for the annoying ringtone of the mobile phone shattering the beautiful dream, Nathan truly did not wish to wake from that dream.
Groggily, he fumbled around and finally reached for the disrupting phone, holding it to his ear, a raspy "Hello," just out of his mouth.
Beatrice’s cheerful voice babbled non-stop.
"Hello, dear Uncle Nathan, I apologize for disturbing your sweet dream so early, but I have good news for you. The first stop of my concert is at the Banyan City Stadium. I heard you’re in Banyan City, so as the star of the concert, I’m sending you my most sincere invitation, inviting you to come to my concert..."
"Not interested!" Having his pleasant dream interrupted so early, Nathan was in a sour mood and curtly replied with three words before he was ready to hang up.
From the receiver, the voice of Nicholas, the elder among the brothers, sounded.
"Nathan, whether you’re interested in Beatrice’s concert or not, you must come and show your support!" After that, he hung up the phone before Nathan could react.
Throwing the phone aside, Nathan hurriedly checked to see if the woman in his arms had been disturbed, considering that last night he had been quite exhausted. Like a man hungry for three years, once he tasted meat again, he was truly ferocious.
He cast his gaze downward, looking at the woman curled up in his arms...
Hurriedly rubbing his eyes, he confirmed it once more!
Apart from a soft pillow quietly lying in his long arms, there was no sign of any woman.
His handsome brows furrowed, he continued to stare blankly at the soft pillow.
Last night, he was clear about what his body felt; he had certainly... released. Especially at the moment of eruption, not just the woman beneath, he too shook violently, a tremble of satisfaction and emotion.
Where had that woman gone?
Could it have been... just a dream?
Extending his hand, his articulated fingers moved underneath, seeking proof. Through the fabric, his fingertips touched something damp.
He... had a wet dream.
An adult man, past the age of youthful ignorance and rashness, had actually... had a wet dream!
He took a deep breath, lying flat on the bed, one hand covering his forehead, blocking out the annoying light.
It was all Felix Shaw’s fault, with his lousy advice, telling him to look up ’36 Stratagems of Picking Up Girls’ online, saying it would help him chase women.
Last night, he had glanced through it, and the strategies written were nothing more than exploiting various holidays to create romance.
Before sleeping, he had just read about the Qixi Festival, sending a girlfriend flowers, chocolates...
At that time, he was still critical, thinking what era it was to still send such childish gifts. To create romance, it should be red wine, candlesticks, steak...
As a result, he slipped into such a dream while he was half-asleep.
Although it was just a dream, Nathan’s heart still felt full, the memory of that tight, warm embrace, that breathless yet thrilling sensation, was still vivid in his mind.
When he got up to take a shower, Nathan Moore made a secret vow deep in his heart.
Titus Zane, I will definitely make you willingly fall into my arms again!