Burning Desire (1V1H) - Episode 9: Dream (Slightly H)

Episode 9: Dream (Slightly H) 

Steam filled the bathroom. Shen Yue took a hot shower. She washed away the alcohol and her restless mood completely. 

She turned off the water, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped out. She dried her hair while habitually picking up her phone. 

A message glowed on the screen—a crescent moon against a black background. 

Huo Cheng’s profile picture. As pretentious as he was. Shen Yue stared at the light. Her fingers were unable to resist tapping the message. 

The next second, a photo popped up on the screen— 

An abs shot. 

Still glistening with water droplets, the pale, defined muscle lines looked like he snapped it right after a shower. The photo’s lighting was blurry. Yet it hooked her gaze. It was impossible to look away. 

Shen Yue nearly yelped. She fumbled to turn off the screen. She calmed herself. She typed and deleted several times. She finally sent just a question mark. 

Shen Yue: 

[?] 

He replied instantly: 

[Slipped.] 

Shen Yue sneered. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. 

[You can retract a slip.] 

The chat went silent for a moment. It was long enough that she thought she’d stumped him. Then his reply lazily popped up— 

[Thought you might want to keep it for a look.] 

[So I didn’t delete it.] 

Shen Yue was fuming. She tossed her phone onto the bed. It hit the pillow’s edge. She rolled over. She buried herself in the blankets. 

“Is he insane… Was that on purpose?” 

She covered her face. The screen was off. But her mind auto-saved the image—every muscle line vivid. Those damned water droplets… How could he snap something so casual yet so provocative? 

She struggled for a bit. She then yanked the blanket off. She grabbed her phone again. 

The photo was still there. 

She stared at the screen for one second, two seconds… then quickly turned it off. She buried her face in the blanket with a whimper. 

“Shen Yue… are you insane?” 

The heat under the blanket flushed her face. She rolled over, shoved the phone under her pillow, and forced herself to stop thinking. 

But closing her eyes made the images sharper. 

She slipped into a dream. 

In the dream, the air was oppressively humid. The bathroom echoed with dripping water. Shen Yue stood still. The sound of droplets fell in her ears. As if someone had just showered and stepped from behind the curtain. 

A familiar figure approached— 

Huo Cheng. 

He wore only a towel. Water was sliding from his collarbone into the grooves of his abs. His skin was warm and wet. It carried a faint post-shower scent. 

“Still mad?” 

He stepped closer. His voice was low and gravelly. 

Shen Yue backed away. Her spine hit the cold wall. Before she could dodge, he braced one hand by her ear. 

“Didn’t you say it was a slip…” 

What did it mean, showing up at her place? No, this wasn’t her familiar decor—where was this? 

Her mind spun. She was too dizzy to think straight. So she gave up. 

“Yeah, a slip.” 

Huo Cheng lowered his head. His nose nearly brushed her forehead. 

Her breathing faltered. She pushed at him, but he caught her wrist. His other hand tugged. It loosened the edge of her towel. 

“Huo… Huo Cheng…” 

Shen Yue gasped. She clutched her chest. Her heart was pounding like it would burst. 

“Hm… so soft…” 

His palm kneaded her chest lightly. It was testing her limits bit by bit. Shen Yue blushed. She tried to pull away. But her fingers lacked strength. She leaned against the wall. She was panting with sounds that made her own face burn. Her legs were too weak to stand. 

Huo Cheng chuckled lowly. He was pleased with her reaction. He pulled her into his arms. His hot breath scorched her ear. His voice was deep. 

“Or do you want to see something else? I can let you touch for yourself.” 

He grabbed her hand. He guided it to his abdomen. 

Shen Yue jolted like she’d been shocked. She tried to pull back. But he pinned her wrist. He pressed her palm against his warm, firm muscles. Her fingertips felt the subtle flex of his abs. 

“You clearly love it, your whole body’s soft. So why’s your mouth so stubborn?” 

His soft words pierced her heart like a nail. It made her pulse race. Her breathing was chaotic. 

“I didn’t—” 

Huo Cheng’s eyes darkened. And he kissed her. He was no longer teasing but consuming. Like a pent-up desire finally unleashed. 

His kiss was urgent. His hands were sliding down her waist. HIs palms pressed the back of her thighs. It lifted her against the wall. 

Shen Yue gasped. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. 

“Huo Cheng… uh… mm… stop…” 

His fingertips pressed into her wet folds. It was gentle but forceful. They were rubbing with undeniable strength. Shen Yue leaned weakly on his shoulder. She hummed. Her eyes were rimmed red. 

He nibbled behind her ear. His hands were relentless. 

“Shen Yue, you’re so wet…” 

He pulled his hand back. He replaced it with his aroused length— 

Shen Yue trembled violently. She woke with a near-sob.