Chapter 69 Having a Wet Dream

Chapter 69: An Erotic Dream

Fu Nanyu noticed her staring intently at her phone. His brow furrowed slightly as he stood up, feigning nonchalance as he glanced at her screen.

Lu Jingtang didn't have time to block it; he caught her red-handed. She looked up at him.

Fu Nanyu met her gaze, and after a moment, he uttered three cold words, "How perverted." Then he picked up the takeout trash and left.

Lu Jingtang: "..."

As soon as he was gone, she quickly apologized to Ji Ruyan, explaining that Fu Nanyu had accidentally seen their chat history.

[Ji: Has he really sunk to this level? He’s watching you like a hawk.]

Lu Jingtang felt a surge of protectiveness and immediately defended Fu Nanyu.

[Lu: He probably saw it by accident. He’s not perverted.]

[Ji: Pfft, you’d have better luck believing I’m the First Emperor of Qin than believing he’s a good guy.]

[Lu: Alright, Qin Shi Huang, tell me what’s going on between you and my uncle?] She temporarily dropped the topic, more interested in the dynamic between Jiang Cheng and Ji Ruyan.

Recently, a film was holding auditions, and the head screenwriter was Jiang Cheng. Ji Ruyan was both interested in the film's subject matter and saw it as an opportunity to meet him.

Unexpectedly, she landed the role but still rarely saw him. Each time, he either offered a hurried greeting before rushing off, or there were others present, making any real conversation impossible. She'd been batting her eyelashes to no avail; he acted as if he were blind.

Back then, he'd dismissed her as too young, claiming it was just impulsive pheromones at play. Ten years had passed—her bra size had gone from a B to a C, for heaven's sake! Was she still "too small"?

Lu Jingtang suspected she was bragging but had no proof. She glanced down at her own chest—at least a B—and felt relieved.

[Lu, very seriously: Having sex without a man’s consent is also illegal.]

[Ji: Your uncle’s here. Let’s talk another day.]

Lu Jingtang felt a pang of embarrassment, silently mourning her uncle’s innocence for a second.

Fu Nanyu returned and poured her a glass of water. Noticing her yawn, he said, "If you’re tired, go take a nap inside."

Lu Jingtang quickly waved her hands. "No need, big brother, I’m not tired." That was Fu Nanyu’s private space—how could she just waltz in?

"Suit yourself." Fu Nanyu lifted his head, casting a brief glance at her before dropping those two words.

Lu Jingtang sat there, bored and sleepy, unsure what to do. She whispered, "Big brother, should I go downstairs then?"

Fu Nanyu murmured, "Hmm, fine. Eat and run—am I just a mobile canteen?"

Lu Jingtang wrung her hands. "Then I…?"

"Just sit. Why are you in such a hurry to go downstairs? Planning to nap at your desk?"

Lu Jingtang hurriedly replied, "Of course not! Big brother, don’t misunderstand. I just… I just…"

Fu Nanyu looked at her. "Just what? You’d rather sleep at your desk than use my resting room? Do you dislike it that much?"

Why did Fu Nanyu always act as though all his spaces were freely open to her?

Lu Jingtang felt trapped. Sitting idly in a space with Fu Nanyu, or lying on a bed he’d slept in—both options felt undeniably intimate.

It was as if Fu Nanyu had set a trap, patiently waiting for her to fall into it.

In the end, Lu Jingtang lay down on the resting room bed, utterly bewildered. Was it her problem, or had Fu Nanyu’s sense of propriety gone awry?

The blankets carried Fu Nanyu’s scent, stirring an agitation within her. Before she knew it, she drifted into a dream.

She dreamed she was lying on that very bed, a man holding her down, their fingers intertwined. He kissed her tenderly—her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips… then pressed his tongue against hers, entering…

Cool fingertips traced her neck, moving down along her collarbone. A tingling sensation spread across her chest. When a hot breath brushed against her nipple, one of her feet shot out from under the covers, her pink toes curling—a mix of unbearable tension and pleasure.

In the chaotic dream, she barely caught a glimpse of something on the man’s wrist—a pearl-white color. Before she could see it clearly, she woke up.

She let out a startled gasp, clutching the blanket as she opened her eyes. Her forehead was damp with sweat, strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. Her eyes were glistening, her face flushed, and her lower abdomen felt a little sore.

Hearing the noise, Fu Nanyu pushed the door open. He froze for a moment upon seeing her, his gaze subtly averting as if he couldn’t look directly at her. His voice was a bit husky. "What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Lu Jingtang nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice. She… she had actually had an erotic dream in Fu Nanyu’s resting room…