A Painful Spring Dream

  It's absolutely a dream, three months of intense focus in the R&D room, nerves stretched taut, single-mindedly devoted to development. As a physiologically normal man, after such a long period of pent-up energy, it's only natural that some erotic spring dreams would emerge when finally relaxing.

  Zhen Ming struggled a bit to turn his head, and the white, snowy beauty of her legs entered his eyes.

  It's too real, especially the fragrance that comes from this girl's body, it's just like in reality. However, in reality, he has never smelled such a refreshing and heart-warming womanly scent. As a vagabond, he is more used to smelling sweat, stinky feet and fox-like body odor.

  He turned his head and gently kissed the girl's snow-white jade-like inner thigh.

  "Hmmph"

  Not only is the tactile sensation realistic, but even the sound is so real. Listening to this voice, I can determine that this dream lover is 100% a beauty.

  Spring dreams are short, the opportunity is not to be missed, time will not come again, if there is a chance to get on, no chance to create opportunities also want to get on, who cares who it is, first leave a kiss mark and then say, also do not waste his trip to this warm and gentle land.

  Wow!

  He didn't hesitate much either, and heavily left a kiss on her beautiful leg, instantly leaving a deep red lip print on the snow-white skin of her thigh.

  The woman let out a soft moan after being bitten, as sweet and pleasant as celestial music.

  Before he could take further action, two large hands descended from the sky, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up like a small chicken, slamming him to the ground.

  At this moment when he was half-airborne, Zhen Ming finally saw clearly the woman lying on the bed.

  A young woman wrapped in a thin veil, like waves rising and falling, was blindfolded, lying on the bed, opening her sexy and lovely little mouth, with enchanting and bone-penetrating gasps coming from her delicate nose.

  Her face was as delicate as a carved jade, with soft and gentle contours that outlined her rosy and tender cheeks, which would be too plump if added a bit more, and too thin if reduced by a bit.

  Black hair like clouds, scattered on the bed.

  That figure with undulating curves like waves, both proportion and plumpness are perfect.

  Unfortunately, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, unable to see her eyes, but instead added a mysterious beauty like Venus.

  However, Zhen Ming soon discovered something was amiss.

  Lying on the bed was a woman with an ancient hairstyle, her hair as black as flowing clouds. This was a traditional dress that could only be seen in some melodramatic palace TV dramas.

  But this kind of woman is absolutely not comparable to those artificial beauties created by powder, liposuction, breast augmentation and facial slimming injections.

  That head of hair as black as clouds scattered on the pillow, the golden jade inlaid pearl hairpin on her head, that seductive body like Venus, delicate skin like lotus root, where is there a hint of worldly smoke and fire?

  All of this was not the most surprising thing to him, what surprised him the most was that the woman on the bed had her hands tied behind her back, a piece of silk cloth stuffed into her mouth, her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed red, beads of sweat on her forehead, and an expression of great discomfort.

  Abduction, poisoning, rape?

  As soon as the words had just floated into his mind, he was already heavily thrown to the ground and rolled around non-stop until he hit a wooden door sill and stopped, hurting so much that he almost thought he had fallen apart.

  From him kissing her thigh to being thrown out of the door, the whole process took only thirty seconds.

  It's unprecedented and unmatched for him to have achieved this level of success in his career.

  Before he could savor it carefully, a foot wearing large cloth shoes came from afar, growing larger and larger, trampling his face like raindrops.

  With a lift of the big sole, Zhenming was about to see clearly the owner of the sole, but from bottom to top, he only saw a trembling huge belly, and couldn't see the person's face at all. If it wasn't for seeing his thick black leg hair, he would have thought it was a woman who had been pregnant for ten months.

  At this time, Zhenming felt extremely depressed, every time he had a wet dream, not once did he get to enjoy it, each time something would happen and interrupt his good dream midway.

  But what puzzled him was that not only did the kiss on the girl's thigh feel real, as if he were there in person, but even the pain of being thrown from mid-air and kicked repeatedly felt so real, it hurt to the bone.

  If he had known that this was the price to pay for kissing her thigh, he would have kissed a few more times. The spring dream has no marks, and once missed, it can never be dreamed again.

  Large footprints fell on his face, chest and belly like raindrops.

  Apart from the pair of yellow satin thousand-layered sole shoes, what left the deepest impression on him was the ancient, fragrant wooden bed with carved dragons and phoenixes, inlaid with gold and jade, where the beauty lay. If he wasn't mistaken, this was the legendary Dragon Bed, which only emperors were qualified to sleep on.

  The woman sleeping in the emperor's bed? Who else could it be?

  Before he could think clearly about the issue, the door behind him opened, a hurried footsteps, the sound of swords being unsheathed, "Assassins!" "Protect His Majesty!" "Protect the King!" The shouts rose and fell.

  Immediately afterwards, he was also unclear how many hands lifted him up, held him high above his head and carried him out the door.

  All he heard was a loud, angry male voice in his ear: "Tie him up and throw him into the river to sober him up! He even dares to touch the emperor's woman! I'll let him know what it means to be worse off than dead!"

  "Yes!"

  Zhen Ming was quickly tied up with five flowers, and all he could hear was a "plop" sound. Ice-cold water rushed in from all sides into his mouth, ears, and nose, almost choking him to death.

  A rope was pulling him and he was rolling on the water like a floating log, telling him that he was now rapidly rolling on the water.

  Human wave.

  He had only seen those athletes' lithe figures on sports channels before, but now that he's experienced it himself for a bit, he found it wasn't as fun as he imagined. Compared to sliding forward on the water with his butt and occasionally getting ice shards stuck in his anus, he'd rather drown in the river like this.

  The people on the boat clearly didn't want him to die so easily, just as he was shivering with cold and extreme pain, wanting only to wake up quickly, he was pulled out of the water.

  Then a bucket of hot water was poured over him.

  He opened his eyes in a daze, vaguely seeing a fifty-year-old man with a big belly, wearing a golden yellow silk long gown, embroidered with animal patterns on his chest, with a lot of wrinkles on his face, and a messy, curly beard under his chin. He was wearing a ring set with an olive-green jade as large as an egg on his hand, looking more like a nouveau riche than Jin Dalao. The man stood several meters away from him, holding a chicken in his hand, biting it loudly, with a greasy face and the sound of smacking his lips like a pig eating.

  Apart from him, there was a group of warriors wearing metal armor, holding spears and short swords at their waists, standing guard around the ship's railings.

  Looking at the starry sky from above, it's already evening. The boat is brightly lit, with many people holding torches, illuminating the surroundings. Several young women wearing thin silk, slender and beautiful, hold paper lanterns in their hands, bowing their heads, covering their chests, standing humbly behind that fat man.

  On the shore, the lights of ten thousand families are like twinkling stars, flashing quickly on both banks, showing that the boat is now speeding along.

  A chill ran down Zhen's spine as the cold river wind blew past him, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

  This dream is too vivid and realistic, from bed to river, and then from river to film set, there's no reason for a nightmare to be so intense without waking up.