But when they opened their eyes, they unexpectedly looked at each other.
I woke up from one beautiful dream and entered another.
Zuo Baixuan's face was bathed in the morning light, and her eyes, not fully open, revealed a gentle and bright smile.
Luan Yenan's heart was filled with warmth, and he gently kissed Zuo Baixuan's forehead.
Zuo Baixuan, still half-asleep and on the verge of sleep, was forcibly awakened by this kiss, realizing that everything was real. Her heart raced uncontrollably, bouncing back against Luan Yenan's body.
Seeing Zuo Baixuan's dazed look, Luan Yenan smiled and kissed the tip of her nose again: "What's wrong, still not awake?"
Zuo Baixuan gave an embarrassed smile.
Taking advantage of her half-awake state, she blurted out what was on her mind: "Luan Yenan, you have no idea how alluring you look when you lean against the bed. You can't see it, but I can."
Zuo Baixuan tried to flaunt that she was the happiest person in the world, a happiness that Luan Yenan himself could not comprehend.
She couldn't put her true feelings into words.
But looking at Luan Yenan's face, which was shadowed with only her hair shining through, her charming and mature languid expression was expressed through her exquisite features.
She lay on her side, her figure alluring and captivating, drawing all eyes to her. This was true before she expressed her feelings, and even more so afterward; she was truly a bewitching enchantress.
A smile spread across Luan Yenan's face. She understood this feeling, just as she was completely powerless against every inch of Zuo Baixuan's skin, every expression, and every movement.
Zuo Baixuan could always make her calm and restrained thinking collapse, causing her to have out-of-control thoughts and actions from time to time. But she could also make her crazy impulses disappear, and when she indulged herself, she would carefully regain her rationality.
Luan Yenan pulled Zuo Baixuan into his arms and rubbed the little white rabbit's fluffy head.
Zuo Baixuan shook her head to regain her senses and tried to hide under the covers, but she couldn't escape. She saw Luan Yenan's burning gaze in her eyes.
This person was definitely behaving himself last night. Could the agreement have expired by this morning?
Zuo Baixuan felt a mixture of fear and anticipation.
She was tired, but she was also comfortable, and she simply couldn't bring herself to refuse. Even though her reason told her there was a banquet tonight, and they were the main guests.
Ding-dong—
The doorbell suddenly interrupted their lingering gaze and intertwined breaths.
Zuo Baixuan hurriedly averted her gaze from the "Medusa's" alluring face, regaining her composure.
She pulled her hand away from Luan Yennan's and got out of bed: "Why is someone coming so early in the morning? Could it be that something happened at the company and they can't reach us, so they've come looking for us?"
As she walked towards the door, she fastened the top two buttons of her pajamas and casually took a coat from Luan Yenan's wardrobe and draped it over her shoulders.
Luan Yenan's hands were now empty. He leaned against the bed, still smiling.
She slowly got out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the warm floor with the underfloor heating on, and went to the bedroom door.
The delivery person from the dress shop came outside and brought two custom-made dresses.
After signing for the package, Zuo Baixuan carried two small suitcases and brought the dress into the house.
Luan Yenan walked towards Zuo Baixuan and took a suitcase from her.
What she took out was a white dress adorned with lace, featuring delicate embroidery of vines entwined on the front, while the back was bare.
One can imagine that the person wearing it would be like a flower that has broken free of its constraints and is growing wildly.
Luan Yenan took the dress and walked two steps toward the gym. Facing the full-length mirror in the gym, she held the dress in front of her and twirled around.
The petal design on the skirt, along with her hair, bloomed like a flower.
"Does this dress look good on me?"
Zuo Baixuan walked towards Luan Yenan. Her eyes were fixed on Luan Yenan's face, unable to look at the details of the dress. She answered firmly, "It looks good."
"Yes, I'm glad you like it." Luan Yenan smiled and placed the dress in front of Zuo Baixuan.
Zuo Baixuan was slightly taken aback, then looked down at the dress: "Is this for me?"
“It suits you, like a blooming white flower.” Luan Yennan lifted Zuo Baixuan’s chin, making her look at him.
Looking into Luan Yenan's eyes, Zuo Baixuan saw a small white flower blooming in the deep, vast world within them.
That little white flower was myself.
"Try on the clothes." Luan Yenan reached out and unbuttoned Zuo Baixuan's clothes.
Zuo Baixuan felt a chill on her chest, but she did not resist, letting Luan Yenan slowly manipulate every piece of fabric on her body.
Snap—
The thick fabric of the pajamas lay on the floor.
Snap—
The thick fabric of the pajama bottoms also fell to the ground.
Zuo Baixuan tacitly approved of Luan Yenan's actions and cooperated by stepping out of her pajama bottoms.
Luan Yenan helped Zuo Baixuan put on the dress, his gaze wandering over every inch of her skin, watching the goosebumps rise and fall, her muscles tense and relax.
"When did you order this dress?" Zuo Baixuan asked softly. She let Luan Yenan help her put on the dress, which fit her body perfectly in every way.
Luan Yenan stood behind Zuo Baixuan, slowly zipped up the zipper, and looked at the little white flower in bud standing in front of the mirror.
Luan Yenan leaned forward from behind Zuo Baixuan, lowered his head to kiss the shoulder of the person in front of him, then wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and said with a light laugh, "It's been planned for a long time."
Zuo Baixuan pondered that it was probably because she had taken the initiative to show Luan Yenan that V-neck dress that she had the idea of having it custom-made.
"When you came back from Jiangcheng?"
Luan Yenan smiled, his soft, ticklish breath landing lightly on Zuo Baixuan's neck. He then relieved her ticklishness with a kiss and even took a light breath.
What she received in response was Zuo Baixuan's soft protest: "Hmm~ Don't kiss me here! We're going to a banquet tonight, and everyone here can see us."
"Then... shall I find a place where it can't be seen?"
"Hey...you...you mustn't..."
The flower buds, which were about to bloom, opened under human intervention.
Zuo Baixuan's eyes quickly reddened and became moist.
Feeling both ashamed and angry, she muttered to herself, "You didn't plan this all along, did you?"
Only the petals on the skirt bloomed silently; no answer was heard.
But Zuo Baixuan was convinced: "When you hired someone to design it, you definitely... humph... had this in mind, you had ulterior motives!"
...
When Zuo Baixuan woke up again, she lay back down on the bed, as if she had been reloaded all day.
The only difference was that her pajamas were gone, and she had reverted to her original state.
She was alone in the room, and the sound of cooking could be heard outside the door; Luan Yenan was probably preparing brunch.
Zuo Baixuan buried her head in the quilt and then pressed it into the pillow.
What's going on?!
I couldn't resist again, and again, and again.
Zuo Baixuan tried to recall, but could only remember the middle part. After smelling the vodka, she couldn't remember anything else. She felt comfortable and relaxed, but her consciousness was hazy.
Ah, the skirt!
The skirt is innocent.
Although Luan Yenan's motives were impure, the dress she had carefully commissioned from the dress shop was innocent, and it was unknown whether it had been affected by their earlier battle.
She got out of bed.
Naturally, her own pajamas and sleepwear were nowhere to be found in the room, so she could only find a nightgown in Luan Yenan's wardrobe.
Luan Yenan was busy in the kitchen. The nightgown she was wearing was prepared for Zuo Baixuan, so it was a little shorter than her own, and most of her long legs were exposed to the air.
Suddenly, I felt a warmth behind me.
She and Zuo Baixuan were the only ones at home. She wasn't surprised to feel the familiar warmth from behind.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry? You can sneak a bite from the table first," Luan Yenan said with a gentle smile.
All the madness she had accumulated overnight was just released, and now she only carried gentleness, a gentleness that no one else could enjoy, a gentleness that only Zuo Baixuan could have.
“Yeah, I’m hungry. I’m going to sneak a bite in the kitchen.” Zuo Baixuan used a double entendre that only wives could use, and treated Luan Yenan roughly in retaliation.
Luan Yenan also let out a low groan, caught off guard.
Upon hearing this, Zuo Baixuan's ears burned. No wonder this person always wanted her to speak; it was indeed quite pleasant to hear.
But in the instant Zuo Baixuan was distracted, Luan Yenan turned around and suppressed her.
Zuo Baixuan felt a lightness on her body as she was lifted onto the kitchen counter.
The countertop was still wet, and a cold sensation crept up from between my buttocks.
"Dirty!" Zuo Baixuan protested, trying to escape.
Luan Yenan blocked Zuo Baixuan's path with his body and buried his head in the ill-fitting, loose nightgown: "I don't mind that you're dirty."
"Ah! That's too much! It's the kitchen counter..." Zuo Baixuan protested, but it was too late to stop herself from becoming a dish on the kitchen counter.
She dug her fingers into Luan Yenan's back, her nails sharp, and skillfully drew a line once again.
...
"..." Zuo Baixuan blushed and didn't say anything, just quietly ate her meal.
Luan Yenan smiled and said, "Oh, right, you asked when I had the dress designed. Actually, it was after Luan Lizheng organized the welcome party for Luan Yezha. I wanted to see it, I like to see you like this."
Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips; she knew Luan Yenan liked to watch it.
Hmph, Luan Yenan likes to see me no matter what I look like, but the way I'm dressed is enough to drive him crazy!
Zuo Baixuan pouted in dissatisfaction, continued eating without saying a word, and mentally labeled Luan Yenan.
Luan Yenan could tell Zuo Baixuan's emotions from her expression, and still smiled: "It's not entirely for the purpose I just mentioned. I like the way you feel comfortable wearing all kinds of clothes. If you don't like it, you don't have to wear it. But I feel that you like it, so I'm giving you an option. If you don't want to wear it out and only wear it for me, that's fine too. I can have them send over a second set."
Zuo Baixuan shook her head after hearing this.
She looked towards a corner of the living room.
Luan Yenan tidied up the dresses and hung them all in a sunny spot in the living room.