socalfunplaces Chapter 509 Dreams and Reality?
Chapter 509 Dreams and Reality?
He never imagined that when a person possesses wealth powerful enough to shake people's hearts, he himself would become a huge magnetic field, attracting countless eyes and thoughts, whether overt or covert.
The blatant flirting attempts made in the stands this afternoon were just the tip of the iceberg.
Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the water lurks a more elaborate approach and probing.
At this moment, as Ye Fan was fast asleep and completely unaware of his surroundings, the heavy door to the suite, which he had only slightly ajar, was turned with an extremely slight and skillful touch by a hand painted with bright nail polish.
The door was silently pushed open a crack.
A graceful figure, like a cat in the dark, slipped silently into the room.
The dim light in the corridor cast a long, thin shadow behind her, which was then cut off by the closing door.
The only sounds in the room were Ye Fan's even breathing and the faint yet highly aggressive scent of perfume emanating from the uninvited guest.
The rule here is that no one is allowed to enter the guests' private lounge without permission.
However, on the fringes of this glamorous and extravagant world of fame and fortune, there are always some unspoken "unspoken rules".
One unwritten rule is that if a guest doesn't actively lock the door, it might be interpreted by some "malicious individuals" as a sign of tacit approval.
A latent demand for "special services," and a tacit acceptance of their voluntary entry.
Unfortunately, Ye Fan was completely unaware of this.
He simply considered it an ordinary, safe place to rest.
Is it that Wu Shaojie simply forgot to remind him of the "rules" here? Or is this seemingly carefree second-generation friend secretly harboring a mischievous desire to see a "good show"?
Ye Fan, fast asleep at the moment, had no idea.
The figure that slipped in was silently sizing up its sleeping prey on the sofa in the dim light, a triumphant smile playing on its lips.
An aura of danger was quietly spreading.
......
Ye Fan fell into a long and incredibly real dream abyss.
In his dream, his body felt as if all his muscles and bones had been removed, heavy and limp, and he could only lie supine on a cold, hard metal table.
The blinding operating lights shone down from above, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
Strangely, his consciousness was unusually clear, so clear that he could perceive every floating dust particle in the air and the suffocating silence.
A woman's figure appeared silently at the edge of his sight.
Her face was cold and aggressive, like a meticulously sculpted ice blade, every line exuding sharpness and an emotionless scrutiny.
Especially those eyes, the pupils were so deep they were almost black, like two bottomless, icy pools, reflecting no light, only a pure, chilling observation.
She stood quietly by the edge of the platform, looking down at him, her gaze scanning his immobile body like a scalpel, as if assessing an inanimate object.
Ye Fan's heart was screaming wildly!
He wanted to struggle, to question, to escape this strange confinement!
However, his throat felt as if it were sealed with invisible cement, and he couldn't even utter a sob; his limbs were so heavy that they felt as if they were welded to the table, and he couldn't move a single finger.
A sense of crisis, stemming from biological instinct, surged up his spine like a cold, venomous snake, instantly engulfing his entire body.
Danger! Extreme danger!
But he couldn't determine the specific source of the danger—was it physical harm? Or some deeper, soul-searching plunder?
Time seemed to freeze in this deathly standoff.
After an unknown amount of time, the corners of the woman's cold lips seemed to twitch slightly upwards, as if a crack had appeared in the ice, revealing a deeper smile beneath.
Then, she slowly and gracefully bent down, her hand, painted with dark red nail polish and with distinct knuckles, reaching towards a fatal part of Ye Fan's body, a part that represented the most fundamental dignity and power of a man!
"Damn it!" Ye Fan's soul cried out in despair!
That's not lust, but the ultimate fear of being completely stripped of control and reduced to a fish on a chopping board to be slaughtered!
He was as if stripped of all defenses, naked and exposed to the other party's cold scrutiny and the impending verdict!
Just as that hand was about to touch the edge of taboo, at the very moment when the tension of the dream reached its peak—
"Ugh!"
Ye Fan felt a sudden, violent jolt, as if he had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock!
His body sprang up from the sofa like a spring, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his back instantly soaked in cold sweat, and he gasped for breath as if he had just struggled back from the brink of drowning.
He stared in shock at the familiar ceiling light, his consciousness like scattered puzzle pieces, struggling to piece itself back together to reality.
It was just a dream... but it felt so damn real!
However, before his relief at surviving the ordeal could fully settle, a soft, alluring female voice, completely different from the cold, scrutinizing one in his dream, carried a warm breath and gently brushed against his ear:
"Sir, did you sleep... comfortably?"
The voice was soft, sweet, and cloying, with a slight upward inflection at the end, hooking as if it could penetrate into one's bones.
Ye Fan's heart suddenly stopped for a beat!
He turned his head sharply, his gaze shooting like an arrow towards the source of the sound—
The face that came into view! Cold and beautiful, exquisite, with features as if sculpted by a knife and axe, possessing a sharp beauty that kept strangers at bay!
It was clearly the woman from his dream who stared at him like a venomous snake, giving him the creeps!
"Holy shit!" Ye Fan cursed inwardly, overwhelmed by a sense of absurdity and shock, as if doused with ice water!
They look exactly alike!
But this sound... is the complete opposite of the freezing cold feeling in my dream!
His gaze unconsciously swept over the corner of the woman's lips.
There, a tiny, milky white trace seemed to remain, like a smear of milk, faintly visible in the dim light.
Then, his gaze moved downwards uncontrollably, landing on the blanket casually draped over him. The abnormal state of a certain part of his body and the lingering, indescribable cold and sticky sensation were like a thunderbolt, instantly cleaving through all the fog!
Om-!
Ye Fan's mind went blank, then he was overwhelmed by a raging rage and a sense of humiliation that he felt utterly offended and manipulated!
Fuck!
I was... being... "helped" in my sleep?!
That wasn't a dream at all!
It was this woman with an angelic voice and a devilish face who, while he was unconscious and powerless to resist, performed "self-help" on him!
Ye Fan was dumbfounded.