Chapter 90 - Traceless Dream
Zhang Xiaoloong, still lost in a daze, caught sight of Yang Jingjing returning. Hastening toward him across the vegetable field, she called out his name.
Whether by a gust of wind or some other force, her jacket and coat swooshed away, leaving her clad in an enticingly revealing attire that barely covered her modesty. Her slender waist and delicate navel were on display.
The lower half of her ensemble consisted of a skirt barely reaching her thighs, threatening to expose more with each stride.
Zhang Xiaoloong rushed over, and the two embraced tightly, enveloped in each other's softness and fragrance.
Yang Jingjing's seductive gaze and warm breath tantalized Zhang Xiaoloong's senses.
A surge of passion overwhelmed him. Succumbing to impulse, Zhang Xiaoloong moved to reciprocate, only to realize that the person beneath him was Chen Yaru.
Before he could grasp the situation, Chen Yaru initiated a fervent kiss, her hand reaching out provocatively.
However, before he could respond, the figure before him transformed once again, this time into the captivating female police officer, Yemei.
Zhang Xiaoloong's restraint faltered. With a growl, he lunged forward, attempting to adjust the short skirt draped over him.
Yet, despite his efforts, the skirt remained stubbornly in place, leaving him helplessly bewildered.
Just as confusion settled in, the woman offered, “Let me help.”
Upon looking up, she reverted to her former guise as the young shop owner, Zhou Li.
What had just occurred?
Zhang Xiaoloong's fiery passion waned as he struggled to recollect the events leading up to this bewildering moment. He had been practicing the Herb Growing Art, and then…
While lost in thought, Zhou Li noticed his stillness and approached, deftly adjusting his belt.
“Stop!” Zhang Xiaoloong hastily intervened, but the belt had already been withdrawn.
“Are you certain you don't desire it?” The woman before him had once again assumed the guise of Yemei. Her captivating eyes, devoid of coldness, brimmed with allure.
Zhang Xiaoloong found himself paralyzed once more. In her presence, he felt utterly powerless to resist. The anger he had just quelled surged anew within him. Inexorably, he moved towards Yemei.
…
Ermao stood in disbelief, feeling as though he were in a surreal dream. He delivered a firm slap to his own face. Yet, upon revisiting the scene, his spine tingled with a chill—it was indeed reality.
“You truly shattered it?” Liu Changsheng, never having witnessed the destruction of the glass greenhouse firsthand, instinctively doubted Ermao's account.
Surely, even if some glass had been broken, the caretakers would have simply replaced them with spares.
To claim that he had shattered all the glass in the greenhouse, and it would take half a day to regenerate, seemed preposterous!
“He really did it,” Ermao, now sobered from his intoxication, spoke with a tremor in his voice. “Uncle, I wasn't the only witness. I had numerous others with me. How could everyone be deceiving you? Let's go. This… This is too bizarre.”
Normally, these boys feared little. Even facing formidable figures like Zhang Xiaoloong, if one couldn't handle him, they would band together. If a group couldn't overpower him, they would escalate the force.
However, Ermao feared that things would take a strange turn, especially after they had erred. It seemed that misfortune always lurked close behind, rendering their knees weak.
“What's there to fear? I orchestrated this. There's no reason for you to cower.” Liu Changsheng sneered disdainfully. Seizing Ermao's arm abruptly, he insisted, “Come, accompany me inside for a closer inspection.”
“Let's not go.” Ermao was apprehensive. “Interfering with Zhang Xiaoloong might lead to unforeseen consequences.”
“There's no light inside. No one could possibly be there. I want you to see for yourself. If the glass regenerates, I'll smash it again.” Liu Changsheng tapped the iron rod in his grip.
With little choice, Ermao reluctantly acquiesced, trailing behind Liu Changsheng toward the greenhouse.
Silence enveloped their surroundings, yet an eerie wind, its origin obscure, moaned like a ghost's lament.
Eventually, they reached the greenhouse. Ermao summoned his courage, extending his hand to touch it. The glass remained unscathed, illuminated by the moonlight. Not a shard lay on the ground.
His complexion mirrored the pallor of the moon above. While installing the glass was simple, the task of clearing the shattered remnants seemed insurmountable.
As he turned, Liu Changsheng wielded his iron rod, hurling it forcefully at the glass.
His frustration mounting, he had leveraged familial ties to enlist his sister and nephew, only to find them idle. It appeared he must undertake the task alone.
Enraged, he disregarded all else, raining blows upon the glass with his iron rod.
A muffled sound…
The iron rod struck as if against a thick sun-drenched quilt, emitting no distinct shattering of glass.
Liu Changsheng felt a peculiar sensation. Before he could react, a powerful force rebounded from the glass, wrenching the iron rod from his grasp, propelling it forward.
Swift to respond, he instinctively veered aside, yet still too slow. The iron rod grazed his ear before striking his shoulder with a resounding thud.
“God…”
Liu Changsheng howled, his arm throbbing with agonizing pain, feeling as though his bones were shattered.
Inside the greenhouse, Lee Xiulian was in a state of bewilderment. Unsure if Zhang Xiaoloong had awakened, she discerned subtle shifts in his body.
More significantly, this was not a solo endeavor. His hands, too, began to react, seemingly intent on removing her restraints, though unnecessary. She despised her reliance on assistance.
Lee Xiulian's thoughts were consumed by strategy. Perceiving this as a fortuitous moment, she tended to matters at hand while he remained half-conscious. With this newfound rapport, broaching the subject a second time would be easier.
Despite her youth and Zhang Xiaoloong's vitality, they were both capable of conceiving a child.
At this juncture, Lee Xiulian found it difficult to discern her desires. Nevertheless, regardless of the circumstances, her objective remained unchanged: to resolve the matter at hand.
Swiftly, her hand undid the other party's belt and ventured within.
Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering outside the greenhouse echoed.
Following Zhang Xiaoloong's adjustments, the glass boasted exceptional soundproofing; hence, while she couldn't discern the conversation outside, the impact against the glass was unmistakable.
Lee Xiulian hastily withdrew her hand, prompting Zhang Xiaoloong's awakening.
“What's happening?” Zhang Xiaoloong abruptly rose to his feet.
Sensation lingered from a lengthy slumber, coupled with vivid dreams, especially the last one, which left a lasting impression.
Observing Zhang Xiaoloong's reaction, Lee Xiulian suspected he had feigned sleep. Privately delighted, she responded, “I'm unsure. It startled suddenly. Could someone have arrived again?”
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