Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

This seemed like a living room, the window was open, and a breeze blew in, still hot beyond breathability, a fire seemed to burn in his throat, breathing was difficult, almost suffocating.

But this was clearly not the Tang Family home, nor did the decor suggest it was a hotel.

On an ebony long table sat a golden-incense burner, surrounded by many exquisite trinkets, dragon-carved and phoenix-etched, all extremely refined with distinctive Republic-era style.

He squinted.

Felt like a dream, crossing time.

He slightly adjusted his posture, striving to observe the surroundings.

In a blur, he saw a silhouette dressed in a plain green qipao, back facing him, seemingly doing something, with long shoulders, slender legs, graceful and charming. She suddenly reached up to twist her hair without aid from objects, white skin of her nape exposed...

Glimmering with translucence.

The exposed neck was enticing, provocative, seductive, full of allure.

The qipao, though of a modest color, seemed increasingly alluring with her slight movements.

Light and shadow mottled, trickling over her, her soft body reflected on the tiles, subtly moving, revealing the pale legs under the slit of the qipao...

In his eyes, it was an unbridled exhibition.

Jiang Chengsi took a deep breath and closed his eyes!

Was he obsessed, dreaming such a dream?

This seemed ridiculously like a spring dream, what was going on?

He shut his eyes, slightly calming his breath, yet his heartbeat suddenly quickened...

”Fourth Brother—” a familiar voice arose, warmly sweet and soft, seemingly slicing through his heart, a hot rain seemed to drench him, scorching his throat.

This dream... how could it be so real?