The dream flickered.
Worlds shifting.
Scenes changing like a threads spun by destiny's cruel hand. Just as her confusion peaked, a voice—faint but clear—whispered into her soul.
She didn't understand the words.
But her spirit did.
And in both the dream and the real world—she nodded.
A slow, soft, sacred nod.
Her body, laid bare beneath Wang Xiao, responded in kind. That nod, simple as it seemed, wasn't just consent—it was a divine affirmation.
His tip pushed forward.
And her body accepted him.
Her inner walls, warm and untouched, wrapped around him with reluctant tension. It was tight—painfully tight. Her brows furrowed in reflexive discomfort. Her lips parted with a small hum, more breath than voice.
Then—
He moved.
And the pressure built.
Tighter.
Wetter.
Confused flesh not sure whether to push him out or pull him in. Her hips shifted slightly in her sleep, body responding before her mind ever could.
Then—
A sudden stretch.
A thin barrier.
And with one thrust—
