Wu Haoyu's POV:
I jerked awake with a ragged gasp, cold sweat beading on my flushed skin. Another one of those tormentingly vivid dreams about her had invaded my slumber, leaving me shaken and achingly aroused in its wake. Gritting my teeth, I struggled to banish the lingering phantoms of lush curves and honeyed lips from my frazzled mind.
Hauling myself out of the tangled sheets, I stumbled into the shower and twisted the temperature to an icy blast. Perhaps the shock of freezing water against my heated flesh could dispel these persistent, unshakable yearnings that plagued me day and night.
But even as the icy deluge pounded against my skin, my treacherous thoughts remained consumed by the singular obsession that had taken root like a malignant fever. Huang Yanyan's bewitching visage seemed seared into the backs of my eyelids - those expressive sienna eyes, the lush pout of her lips, the elegant swell of her figure no longer disguisable beneath boyish garments.
