Chapter 371 The Secluded Young Master 5 (1/2)

Chapter 371 The Secluded Young Master 5 It's less about being awakened and more about breaking free from a disorienting dream.

Zi Xi suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her cheeks and ears were burning hot, and her breathing was still a little uneven.

Although I'm awake, the beautiful and tender scenes from my dream linger in my mind.

That wasn't the pale, silent young master of the Gu family she usually saw, with pure yet empty eyes.

The young master in my dream was still so exquisitely handsome that he seemed otherworldly, but his lips were rosier than usual.

Most importantly, his eyes were covered by a black silk blindfold, obscuring those pure eyes that often left her feeling lost, leaving only his straight nose and beautifully shaped lips with a hint of fragility visible.

The boy's black gauze shirt was slightly open at the collar, revealing the clear and sharp lines of his collarbone and a silver chain underneath.

He reached out to her, his fingertips icy cold, and a shiver ran through him when they touched her burning wrist.

In her dream, Zi Xi did not back down; instead, as if bewitched, she went forward to meet him.

The light gauze brushed against their skin, bringing a slightly itchy sensation, and their breaths were almost touching.

Recalling the scene from the dream, with a buzzing sound, Zi Xi felt all the blood rush to her head.

She slapped her forehead hard, making a crisp sound.

The pain brought her to a slightly more awake state, but it was followed by an overwhelming wave of shame.

"Am I some kind of little yellow girl?!"

"He's still a child, his mind isn't mature, his world is so small, and he's so self-isolated... How could you have such filthy thoughts!"

Zi Xi scolded herself in a low voice, her voice sounding particularly clear in the quiet room.

She threw off the thin blanket, stepped barefoot onto the cold floor, and strode quickly to the door of the cramped bathroom, practically shoving it open.

The mirror reflected a flushed face, panicked eyes, and somewhat disheveled hair, exuding a sense of guilt after doing something wrong.

Zi Xi turned on the tap, scooped up the cold tap water with both hands, and splashed it on her face repeatedly, trying to extinguish the heat.

She recalled the slight furrowing of the young master's brow as he focused on his painting, and the stiff yet earnest gestures he made when handing her something.

He had no idea about the complex and convoluted emotions in the adult world, let alone lust.

"He depends on someone, probably like...like a small animal depends on the person who feeds it."

"How could I have such... such evil thoughts about someone like him?"

"I can't go to the cake shop anymore."

Zi Xi looked at herself in the mirror and tried to analyze the situation rationally.

A sense of guilt that bordered on blasphemy gripped her.

She recalled seeing Madam Gu's elegant yet undeniably weary face once.

They probably hoped that Gu Yanqing could come into contact with some outsiders, so that a little light could shine into his closed-off world.

Instead of what I do now, fantasizing about him as a sexually charged object in my dreams late at night.

Zi Xi turned off the tap, wiped her face haphazardly with a towel, and fled back to her room, but dared not lie back down on the bed.

I'm still a little afraid that if I close my eyes, those images will come back to me.

She sat down on the creaky old chair by the window, hugged her knees, and buried her burning cheeks in her arms.

The summer night breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the unique hustle and bustle of the city night, which made her feel a little more at ease.

How could she look at such a boy, whose heart was as pure as crystal and as fragile as crystal, with such worldly eyes?

When the next meal delivery came, she originally wanted to refuse, but since she had already accepted, Zi Xi hesitated for a long time before heading to the Gu residence.

Surprisingly, everything went as usual.

Uncle Chen waited at the side door, took the cake, and handed over the envelope; the whole process was no different from before.

It was as if the previous incident had never happened.

Just as she was leaving, Zi Xi looked up at the second-floor window.

The curtains swayed gently, as if they had just been lowered.

Zi Xi rode her bicycle away from the Gu residence.

As she turned the corner, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure standing on the second-floor balcony in her rearview mirror.