The Dream of Red Mansions III

  She, Su Ye, just wanted to tell him in this way: Don't be so happy and proud, it was me who slept with you. Although she wasn't good at romantic relationships, she didn't want to pretend either. In an era where material desires were rampant and new loves were often someone else's old flame, pretending was too tiring.

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  Su Ye stared dead at the man sleeping beside her.

  Handsome man.

  A strange and excessively handsome man.

  Deep and dense eyebrow structure, high nose bridge paired with thin lips, even with eyes closed, can still exude a sense of stability and elegance that is intimidating.

  Morning light squeezed through the gap in the hotel's thick velvet curtains, passing through her long, ink-black hair and white shoulders, generously spreading over the man's ancient copper-colored skin. The pale light flew into her eyes, and for a moment, she was blinded, unsure whether it was due to the light or the man's excessively vivid body.

  The man's physique was deeply impressive, with broad and sturdy shoulders that were separated by a deep chest muscle like a ditch. The light used the simplest white outline to sketch out his rough arc shape. His breathing was even and deep, forming a striking contrast with Su Ye, who was hugging her legs and frowning as she fought a brain-numbing battle beside him.

  After a while, Su Ye's gaze slowly shifted away, first falling on the pure white bed sheet below, clean and without that small red plum blossom, or maybe the plum blossom had already withered in her climb up Mount Taishan; then she refocused her gaze back on the man's face, he was still sleeping soundly; finally her gaze suddenly fell on the clock, 6:35!

  She stared at this strange man for five minutes!

  Just five minutes ago, Su Ye woke up from her dream as usual, and in the moment before she opened her eyes, she once again vaguely heard someone whispering in her ear, "Run away quickly!" The voice was urgent but still childish, accompanied by a coarse music that sounded like it was being scraped on rusty iron sheets.

  Sweat dripped down her forehead, that suffocating feeling was almost choking her. She wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and got out of bed. The thick, plum-colored velvet curtains blocked out the view outside the window, along with the sky that could tell the time. She didn't need to know what time it was now, nor did she care about being in an unfamiliar environment - she was on vacation, and she had long been used to waking up in strange places.

  Su Ye poured a glass of water, and the cool liquid sliding down her throat somewhat alleviated the suffering of being trapped in an endless dark whirlpool in her dream. She walked to the window and slightly pulled open the curtain, and morning light suddenly flooded in. At first, she was slightly stunned, originally wanting to check the time, but inadvertently saw the figure of a strange man on the bed.

  She suddenly widened her eyes, and the cup fell silently to the ground, no, it was silent because it landed on her big toe, water splashed all over her foot, then rolled onto the comfortable Australian long-haired carpet.

  His toes were black and blue.

  She dragged her green toes back to bed, staring at this unfamiliar man until now. After quickly tracing the memories of the past five minutes, Su Ye also slowly regained calmness and rationality: She remembered that last night was drinking a lot with best friend Lin Youyou, and saying many words, then what?

  She stared at the man's eyes, which had become calm and peaceful, but her mind was still churning with thoughts. Gradually, she seemed to recall that she had indeed fallen drunk into a man's arms, and it was this very man in front of her? And then something clichéd and melodramatic happened - they spent a passionate night together? Was he the one who had bewitched her or was it the other way around? Why couldn't she remember anything about the thrill of being with this man last night?

  The morning light grew brighter, as if a multitude of rays had squeezed in, dyeing the room with a thousand threads of golden brilliance. Following closely was the sound of a mobile phone ringing, one ring after another. The phone's ringtone was somewhat unfamiliar, it was a monotonous and dull tune that she rarely used.

  It's not her phone.

  The man beside her moved, and Su Ye's brain was like being chiseled open, she hurriedly burrowed into the quilt, using the faint morning light that spilled into the room to narrow her eyes slightly as she observed this man who had been woken up by his phone ringing.

  A bronze-colored arm quickly stretched out, taking the phone and passing in front of Su Ye's eyes again, with a sturdy and powerful palm, as well as clear and distinct palm lines, and an especially deep wisdom line. The bed creaked slightly on one side, followed by the sound of the man's calm and magnetic voice: "Who is it?"

  Su Ye almost got mesmerized by the sound, and quietly turned her head over. The weak lines perfectly fell on the back of a man not far away, perfectly dividing his robust and thick back into two halves - one bright and one dark. The bright half had a sensual, bronzy color, while the dark half was even more thought-provoking than the bright half, as if it were coated with a layer of gorgeous dim light, exuding a dazzling and enchanting charm.

  He was on the phone, in this quiet administrative suite where you could only hear the ticking of the second hand, she couldn't help but overhear. Throughout the conversation, the man spoke very little, and the other party was speaking respectfully, while he listened quietly.

  Su Ye heard the other party reminding him of his wedding time.

  Is he getting married?

  The conversation didn't last long, in less than a minute, he spoke again, with few words: Got it. Immediately after, the other person's chatter was cut off by him.

  The room fell silent.

  It was so quiet that even the leaves felt like buzzing in both ears.

  Yu's surprise was like the receding tide, disappearing from the bottom of Su Ye's eyes, and things had become much clearer. If this man really wanted to get married, then last night's one-night stand would have been a natural outcome.

  When the man put his phone aside, Su Ye could sit up from the bed with a big smile. Her soft and curly long hair fell in front of her chest, covering her plump and beautiful curves, staring at the back of him, "Are you getting married today?" Her voice was lazy and charming like a Siamese cat that could tempt people's souls.

  The man turned his head back, and in that instant, Su Ye's eyes showed a slight tremble and fluctuation.

  His eyes seemed warm and calm, but hid a profound depth that made people dare not get close. The darker the pupil, the more unfathomable it was. His high nose bridge and thin lips contained a fatal attraction, and his slightly pursed lips revealed that he was an extremely strict man.

  He quietly looked at her, his eyes steady and powerful, while Su Ye happened to be looking up, so they could intersect with each other seamlessly.

  She could even easily feel the oppressive force in men's eyes.

  After a while, Su Ye couldn't help but curve her lips into a faint smile, but what seeped into her heart was actually a cold laugh. Seeing through people's hearts was one of her essential professional skills. He saw in her gaze a flash of severity that also hinted at the fact that last night, he had only hoped to play the dominant role - a man on the verge of getting married, who after a one-night stand, most wanted to sever ties.

  Thinking so, she actually had the heart to tease him, her lips slightly smiling like ripples on soft lip petals, stepping forward, reaching out and resting her hand on the man's broad shoulder, then slowly, with a charming demeanor, encircled his waist, her fingers winding and lightly touching his robust chest muscles as if drawing circles.

  "A man who is about to get married, still messing around with other women in bed just hours before the wedding, what do you think? Did he accidentally cheat on his fiancée or is he a repeat offender?" A one-night stand has some integrity, it's not hard for her to figure out what's going on in his mind.

  He didn't answer, still quietly looking at her, and slightly narrowing his eyes as if he had added a hint of consideration.

  Her smooth forehead had a slight itch, it was his evenly falling breath, clean and refreshing, smelling so good that people couldn't help but want to get close, with a hint of coolness, making people hesitant. This kind of direct gaze made Su Ye feel uncomfortable for the first time, his eyes were too calm, she couldn't peek into his inner world at this moment.

  "I'm not a little girl anymore." Su Ye said leisurely, her fingers reaching up to his eyebrows, but she put them down because of his slight frown, leaning lightly against the headboard and no longer looking into his eyes, adding two words as gentle as a clear breeze: "Don't worry."

  The man seemed to be sizing her up, and she felt it. The fine sandy light fell on her cheek, her skin was translucent white, the arc of her chin was perfect and delicate, her long eyelashes flickered, and when she raised her eyes to meet his gaze again, the soft corners of her lips curved into a bright and enchanting arc, but more like a provocation, as if engaging in a silent challenge with his severe gaze.

  A battle of wits is also a battle of hearts, she has never been one to surrender.

  He never said another word, got up and went into the bathroom. His sturdy muscles were even more imposing in the light. She subconsciously narrowed her eyes, he was very tall, estimated to be at least 187 or so.

  She likes men of this height, enough to bring a sense of security, but the man brings her an unprecedented sense of oppression. Su Ye sat quietly on the bed for a while and got out of bed, barefoot on the soft carpet as if she had stepped on clouds, and the wide robe wrapped her up even more petite.

  Walking to the window, the three-ring road below has already started its morning rush hour. The cars are wrapped around the entire three-ring road like a patient with severe fatty liver disease. Beijing is always a sick city, and most of its illnesses occur during the morning and evening rush hours. But now that spring has arrived, there are large patches of white magnolia flowers outside the hotel, and even from the height of thirty or so floors, it seems as if you can smell the fragrance of the magnolias.

  The spring and summer in Beijing are always thrilling, with a thrilling taste floating in the air, just like walking in a bustling city or standing under a colorful fountain, suddenly turning your head to see the majestic figure that makes you infatuated, as if finding your dream lover in the vast crowd.

  This thrilling feeling is a fatal ambiguity.

  When the man came out of the bathroom, Su Ye also finished washing up in the living room bathroom and came out dressed neatly, clean and seemingly fragrant like white jasmine. He kept looking at her, that oppressive feeling swirling around Su Ye's head again, before the man could say anything, she took out a few large bills from her bag and placed them in front of him.

  The man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if a hint of astonishment flashed in the depths of his eyes. She smiled lightly and said, "Don't misunderstand, just buy a red envelope for me and put this money inside, it'll be like I'm giving you a gift." Finally breaking through his damn calmness, which gave her a sense of accomplishment in taking the upper hand.

  Su Ye's footsteps were as swift as her speech, and she was about to leave the room, no longer wanting to be affected by the oppressive feeling emanating from the man. Just as her hand touched the door handle, the man unexpectedly spoke up behind her, his voice deep and powerful, "Do you often do this?"

  His voice was fatally good, Su Ye couldn't help but admit it, just like his breath was mellow and magnetic, thick and rich, entering her ears could stir her heartstrings. It was only that the words he unexpectedly spoke made her somewhat stunned, her fingers stiffened for a moment, half a second later she slightly tilted her head, her gaze only caught his tall figure before she didn't look closely.

  This time it was her turn not to answer, only a hint of sarcastic smile, opened the door and walked away without looking back.

  One night, this kind of thing often makes men the hunters, and in the end, they proudly show off their conquests for just one night. She, Su Ye, was going to use this method to tell him: Don't be so smug, it's actually me who slept with you.

  In matters of love between men and women, she is not good at it but also doesn't want to pretend, in this era where material desires are rampant and new loves are often someone else's old flame, pretending is too tiring.

  The room fell silent once again, this time it was a profound stillness, almost as if the sound of jasmine petals falling outside the window could be heard. The light refracted off the delicate cufflinks on the man's shirt, casting a subdued luxurious glow.

  The mobile phone rang again, monotonous and rhythmic, like the sunrise and sunset under the vicissitudes of life.

  He picked up his phone, and the light from the luxurious cufflinks collided with and shattered the rays of light in the air, dispersing them.

  "On the other end of the phone, a respectful voice said: 'Mr. Nian, your car has been prepared for you.'"

  The man quietly put away his phone, and his eyes changed slightly when they touched the large bills. The corners of his thin lips moved slightly, but the profile of his face remained calm and deep.

  Dear reader friends, "The Grand Mansion's Stunning Dream 3" has officially started its serialization. This story also takes place in Beijing and contains luxurious scenes, heart-wrenching love stories, and suspenseful mysteries that are hard to distinguish from reality. I don't know what else to say, but I just want to write a good-looking and unique story. Additionally, please note that the psychological cases mentioned in this work are all real-life cases, which will involve some elements that may make readers feel uncomfortable. These cases were obtained through friends who are psychologists, hypnotists, and behavioral therapists, or from my teachers during my psychology courses. Of course, I will anonymize, hide, and literary these cases during the writing process. If you're timid or not fond of such content, please don't read on. Let's explore your subconscious world together, give me your dreams, but be careful, don't let me see through your heart. "The Grand Mansion's Stunning Dream 3: Not Too Early", I hope everyone will like it, kiss.