Chapter 897: Hot Night, Confused Heart

Zhuang Jingxue looked at Jin Yuna who looked stunned, and said with a charming smile: "You guys continue, I hope I won't disturb your interest."

Jin Yuna and Lin Lang looked at each other, and the charming atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly fell into awkwardness.

Jin Yuna was so excited that she couldn't stop. She looked at Zhuang Jingxue again and said unhappily, "Sister Xue, can't you understand a little bit? Don't disturb the good things between me and Alang."

Lin Lang said very unhappily: "Didn't I tell you, bitch, to kneel outside the door? Get out of here right now."

"Uh..." Zhuang Jingxue's self-esteem suffered a severe blow. She suddenly felt her nose sore and tears fell uncontrollably.

Lin Lang said even more fiercely: "Why are you crying? Your tears are worthless, you bitch. Get out and continue kneeling outside the door."

At that moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only Zhuang Jingxue's slightly rapid breathing and the complex emotions of grievance and disappointment gradually spreading in her eyes.

Jin Yuna added: "Sister Xue, you are so shameless. Alang told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

Zhuang Jingxue's eyes were a little vague, as if she was immersed in her own world.

She ignored their reactions, mustered up her courage and walked straight to the bed, her movements filled with an almost stubborn determination.

Under the astonished gaze of Lin Lang and Jin Yuna, Zhuang Jingxue gently climbed onto the bed, leaned forward slightly, and then with a hint of trembling and eagerness, slowly moved forward and kissed Lin Lang's lips like a moth to a flame.

Jin Yuna was completely shocked.

Lin Lang was also petrified on the spot, and he was in a daze.

Zhuang Jingxue seemed like a madman, kissing Lin Lang madly with a reckless attitude, as if she was venting all the emotions and desires suppressed in her heart through this kiss.

"Bang..." The crisp sound of a red wine bottle falling to the ground.

Zhuang Jingxue was startled when she heard the voice, and instantly came to her senses from the hallucination. She hurriedly picked up the red wine bottle that had fallen outside the door, and fled downstairs in a panic with a guilty conscience.

It turned out that the scene of Zhuang Jingxue pushing the door and walking into the room just now was just an hallucination when she was drunk. She didn't have the courage to push open the door that was like a wall in her heart.

Zhuang Jingxue, who was obviously drunk, ran down the stairs with unsteady steps. She lost her balance and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The fall hurt Zhuang Jingxue.

She curled up on the ground and cried aggrievedly, but she didn't dare cry too loudly for fear that Lin Lang and Jin Yuna upstairs would hear it.

Zhuang Jingxue covered her face and cried, tears falling uncontrollably.

At this moment, Zhuang Jingxue was not crying so sadly because she was hurt from the fall, but because the pressure and haze that had accumulated in her heart for many years were released.

For a moment, many emotions such as inferiority, humiliation, grievance and desire intertwined together, as if a seal was broken, and surged into my heart all at once.

Zhuang Jingxue was so depressed that she could hardly breathe, and she broke down and cried because of the fall.

"Woooo..."

"How could I become so lowly that I actually knelt outside the door and listened in. I even almost couldn't control my impulse and wanted to push the door open and join in."

"I am such a shameless bitch."

"Woooooooo..."

Zhuang Jingxue curled up on the cold floor and her makeup was soon smudged by her tears. Who could understand the twisted entanglement of a woman under repression?

At this moment, Zhuang Jingxue's mind was full of Lin Lang's handsome face, his strong body, and the scene of him and Jin Yuna indulging in pleasure in the bedroom.

Zhuang Jingxue feels confused and helpless about the future. She wants to restrain her feelings for Lin Lang, but she can't control her desire to become his slut.

Wine is a good thing, it can be either vulgar or elegant.

Wine can add to the fun, give people courage, and also help them forget their worries and sorrows.

It is obvious that drinking can no longer make Zhuang Jingxue forget her worries, only Lin Lang can relieve her worries.

Zhuang Jingxue cried and her eyes fell on her Hermès bag on the coffee table. She gritted her teeth and got up from the ground. She staggered drunkenly to the coffee table and took out the smelly socks that she had just hidden from Lin Lang from her bag.

Zhuang Jingxue wiped her tears with Lin Lang's smelly socks with a drunken smile, and then couldn't help but smell the smell.

She clenched the socks in her hands, dragged her bruised body, and returned to the guest room in a daze.

It seemed that only by hiding Lin Lang's worn socks in the pillow, Zhuang Jingxue could smell the familiar scent and stop tossing and turning and unable to sleep because her mind was full of Lin Lang.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhuang Jingxue, with tears on her face, curled up alone on the bed and fell asleep.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Zhuang Jingxue slept very soundly.

Even in the middle of the night when Lin Lang used the [Wall-Walking Technique] to enter her room, climbed onto her bed, and hugged her tightly in his arms with heartache, Zhuang Jingxue did not wake up.

Through his night vision ability, Lin Lang clearly saw the bruises on Zhuang Jingxue's body. He gently used the [Heal] skill and miraculously healed the bruises on Zhuang Jingxue's body.

But the [Healing Hands] skill cannot heal Zhuang Jingxue's heartache.

Lin Lang looked at Zhuang Jingxue's tear-stained face as she slept. She was very drunk from drinking too much. Her red lips were slightly open and she reeked of alcohol. In addition, she was wearing an alluring red tight tube top miniskirt, which made Zhuang Jingxue, lying on the white bed sheets, look sexy with a hint of broken beauty.

Lin Lang did not take advantage of Zhuang Jingxue's misfortune.

From this we can see that although Lin Lang likes women, he does so in a proper way and is not vulgar.

Because the [Dream Entering Ability] can only be used by the opposite sex whose favorability towards Lin Lang exceeds 50%, Lin Lang decides to sneak into Zhuang Jingxue's dream, so that at least she can spend a pleasant night in her dream.

Lin Lang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, pinched the second joint of his left middle finger with his right thumb and index finger, and concentrated his mind while silently reciting Zhuang Jingxue's name in his heart.

When he recited it silently for the third time, Lin Lang's conscious spirit body "whoosh" and successfully entered Zhuang Jingxue's dream from a God's perspective.

The darkness wrapped around Zhuang Jingxue's limbs like sticky ink, as if her repression and struggle were materialized in her dream.

Zhuang Jingxue ran wildly barefoot in the endless darkness, her heart beating like a drum, and every step she took was stepped on by empty fear.

Behind her, a shadow with a vague outline was following her closely, approaching with a cold and oppressive feeling, just like the desire that Zhuang Jingxue was trying hard to suppress.

But desire turned into an invisible demon that wanted to devour her.

She slammed into a closed room with damp stone walls and a single wooden door that slammed shut behind her.

No matter how Zhuang Jingxue beat or screamed, the sound was swallowed up in the dead silence.

Panic wrapped around my heart like a vine, until the ceiling suddenly cracked and rubble mixed with dust fell down.

Zhuang Jingxue watched helplessly as the building's beams and pillars collapsed, burying her in the concrete fragments and twisted steel bars, and a feeling of suffocation instantly gripped her throat.

The next second, the feeling of weightlessness came over me.

Zhuang Jingxue fell from a tall building like a dead leaf, the wind whistling in her ears and the light and shadows on the ground rapidly magnified.

She wanted to scream, but no sound came out and she could only let her body fall into deeper darkness.

Zhuang Jingxue's dreams are like broken films, switching back and forth between chaos and fear, and every scene is engraved with traces of struggle.

In his dream, Lin Lang saw the cracks in Zhuang Jingxue's subconscious through a God's perspective, which was the embodiment of her inner conflicts and contradictions.

Zhuang Jingxue's desire was forcibly suppressed, and the sense of shame made her imprison herself. What followed her like a shadow was the instinctive struggle of her mature body.

In her subconscious dream, she was fighting fiercely against her own instincts.

Lin Lang's eyes moved slightly, and he waved his hand in Zhuang Jingxue's dream, as if dispersing thick fog. The darkness and chaos that shrouded the dream dissipated in an instant.

The collapsed buildings were restored to their original state.

The shadow chasing Zhuang Jingxue disappeared without a trace, and the feeling of weightlessness from falling turned into a gentle breeze.

The scene of the dream suddenly changed.

The sunlight shines through the leaves of the sycamore trees, casting mottled shadows, and the air is filled with the scent of grass and soil.

Zhuang Jingxue, who is about primary school age, is playing in her yard, wearing a clean floral dress and pigtails.

She kicked the colorful shuttlecock, and as the shuttlecock rose and fell, her clear laughter floated like a silver bell.

A group of innocent little girls ran to the yard to find Zhuang Jingxue to play skipping rubber bands together. They recited catchy nursery rhymes and jumped lightly on their toes among the rubber bands.

Zhuang Jingxue was skipping rubber rope with her friends, with a carefree smile on her face.

That was the pure, unsuppressed joy of her childhood, simple yet warm enough.

Seeing this, Lin Lang couldn't help but wonder why people have to grow up?

Growing up means having more worries.

How nice it would be if I could always be as carefree as I was when I was a child.

After reading it, Lin Lang's conscious spirit body withdrew from Zhuang Jingxue's dream. After returning to the real world, Lin Lang covered Zhuang Jingxue with a thin blanket and adjusted the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature.

Seeing Zhuang Jingxue sleeping peacefully, Lin Lang couldn't help but kiss her gently on the cheek. Then he passed through the wall and left the guest room, and went back to the master bedroom to relieve his sexual desire with Jin Yuna.

Originally, Lin Lang had good intentions and allowed Zhuang Jingxue to return to the happy days of her childhood in her dream.

But Lin Lang overlooked one thing, that is, Zhuang Jingxue, who was an elementary school student, had just played skipping rope with her friends in the dream for a while when she was called home by her mother to do her summer homework.

Zhuang Jingxue sadly did her summer homework in her dream all night. After waking up the next morning, she lazily stretched in bed.

"squeak……"

Jin Yuna pushed open the door of the guest room and leaned against the door frame in a coquettish manner. Her face was filled with excitement and desire to share. She said in an exaggerated expression: "Sister Xue, you don't know how powerful Lin Lang is in bed. Last night I experienced the true joy of being a woman."

Zhuang Jingxue, who was yawning, was no longer sleepy after hearing this.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at her radiant best friend Jin Yuna, and asked softly, "Where is Alang?"

Jin Yuna smiled and teased, "Ah Lang tormented me all night last night, and he even made breakfast for you in my kitchen before you woke up. This guy really loves you, his master's wife."

Zhuang Jingxue felt warm at heart after hearing this, and asked happily, "Has Alang left?"

Jin Yuna replied, "After Alang prepared breakfast for you, he took a shower and left. He said that this morning, your Zhenbao Pavilion company had a batch of antiques to be auctioned at the Haihai Auction House, and he personally attended the auction as the president of Zhenbao Pavilion."

When Zhuang Jingxue heard that Lin Lang had left, she jumped out of bed barefoot, took her best friend Jin Yuna's arm, and asked coquettishly, "Nana, tell me the details of what happened between you and Alang last night. I really want to know."

Unexpectedly, Jin Yuna smiled evilly and said, "I don't know if Alang was drunk last night, or if he deliberately imagined me to be you. When he was tormenting me last night, he kept shouting your name."

Zhuang Jingxue's face flushed immediately. She bit her red lips and said embarrassedly, "Is this true?"

Jin Yuna said sadly, "Of course it's true! You can't imagine how excited I was when he called your name and mistook me for you."

"Uh..." Zhuang Jingxue's cheeks became even redder, and she said, "Nonsense, Alang was really drunk last night and was talking nonsense."

In fact, Zhuang Jingxue was very happy in her heart. She was so happy that she could hardly hide her delight.

Jin Yuna couldn't help but joked, "Sister Xue, why do I feel that your relationship with Alang won't be simple for long, and you'll end up rolling into the same bed?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm hungry, Nana. Let's go have breakfast. You can also try the breakfast cooked by Alang himself." Zhuang Jingxue changed the subject guiltily. She took Jin Yuna's arm, and the two best friends walked towards the villa restaurant while chatting and laughing.