Gu Jin’s eyes snapped open, the hum of chatter filling her ears.
She was sitting in a classroom at Beijing University, the sunlight streaming in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the rows of desks.
She blinked, disoriented. What... what’s going on? She looked around, her heart racing.
Students were mingling, laughing, their voices a distant buzz. She didn’t remember how she got here.
Before she could gather her thoughts, the door swung open.
The professor stepped in, his presence commanding immediate silence.
Behind him, a man followed—tall, striking, with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair.
Gu Jin’s breath caught in her throat. Long Yifan. Her heart skipped a beat, though she couldn’t quite place why.
He was dressed impeccably, his aura radiating confidence and arrogance in equal measure.
The professor cleared his throat.
"Class, today we have a special guest. This is Long Yifan, the winner of the International Combat Competition."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the room. Whispers of admiration and awe filled the air.
"Isn’t he gorgeous? Look at those eyes," one girl whispered.
"I’d do anything to sit next to him," another sighed.
Gu Jin frowned, her mind racing.
The International Combat Competition?
She was certain that it hadn’t happened yet. It was still months away.
Why are they talking about it like it’s already over?
She stared at Long Yifan, trying to piece together the timeline.
But before she could make sense of it, he turned his gaze directly at her. Their eyes locked, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Arrogantly, he ignored the clamor around him and strode toward her.
The room seemed to hold its breath as he reached her desk. He didn’t ask for permission, didn’t even acknowledge the students gawking at him.
He simply sat down beside her, his presence overwhelming.
The professor began the lecture, but Gu Jin couldn’t focus.
Her mind was spinning. This is a dream.
It has to be. But the sensation of Long Yifan’s arm brushing against hers felt all too real.
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to create some distance, but he was unrelenting.
Suddenly, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"You’ve been a bad girl, Gu Jin."
His voice was low, almost a growl, sending a jolt of electricity through her.
"And bad girls need to be punished."
Before she could react, she felt his hand on her thigh.
Her eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching. His touch was firm, possessive, and it sent a wave of heat through her.
She instinctively tried to swat his hand away, but he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered something she couldn’t quite hear.
Whatever it was, it made her body freeze, her resistance melting away.
His fingers crept higher, slowly, deliberately, until they reached the edge of her skirt.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming at her to stop him, but her body betrayed her.
She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as his fingers slipped beneath her panties, finding her wet and ready.
"So eager," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.
He began to tease her, his fingers moving with a practiced precision that made her knees weak.
She pressed her thighs together, trying to suppress the waves of pleasure coursing through her, but he only chuckled darkly, his free hand gripping her thigh to keep her open.
Gu Jin’s head dropped, her hair falling in front of her face as she tried to hide her reaction.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling with every stroke of his fingers.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he slowed his movements, pulling back just enough to deny her release.
The lecture droned on, the professor’s voice a distant hum as Long Yifan continued to torment her.
Every time she was on the brink, he would pull away, leaving her desperate and frustrated.
Her hands clenched into fists on her desk, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to maintain control.
Finally, he leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear.
"If you want more," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise, "come find me after the lecture."
But the lecture showed no signs of ending.
The minutes crawled by, each one feeling like an eternity. Gu Jin’s leg bounced under the desk, her impatience mounting.
She glanced at Long Yifan out of the corner of her eye, but he was the picture of composure, his attention seemingly fixed on the professor.
She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. How much longer? She fidgeted in her seat, her body still tingling from his touch.
The anticipation was unbearable, her mind consumed with thoughts of what would happen when the lecture finally ended.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, the professor paused, looking up at the clock.
"We’ll continue this next time," he said, closing his notebook. "Class dismissed."
"Let’s go!" Gu Jin said. But when she tried to touch Long Yifan’s hand, she would touch nothing...
Turning around, she would see Long Yifan smiling at her,
"Did you truly think I would keep my promise?"
Gu Jin was furious and said,
"You! How dare you play me! I will kill you."
With that, she ignored the curious stares from the students and climbed onto Long Yifan’s lap.
"I will see how you can run away."
Suddenly, Long Yifan’s figure slowly started to fade away, and Gu Jin was stunned.
Gu Jin woke up and looked around, only to realize that she was in her dorm room.
Yet her anger won’t extinguish, instead, she gritted her teeth and muttered,
"How dare he! Long Yifan, you are dead meat!"
"But what did I do, wife?" A slight, anxious voice asked.
From the darkness in the corner of the room, Long Yifan would emerge with a wronged look on his face.
"What did you do? That is something you should ask yourself!" Gu Jin was fuming. "How dare you leave me hanging?"
"But when did I do that?" Long Yifan asked helplessly.
He didn’t even know what Gu Jin was saying.
Gu Jin gradually realized that everything she saw was a dream and sighed.
Indeed, Long Yifan wasn’t at fault.
She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the lingering frustration from the dream.
She glanced at Long Yifan, who was now standing in the middle of her room, looking genuinely confused.
"Okay, okay," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I get it. It was a dream... but why the heck do I have to dream about you of all people?"
Long Yifan raised an eyebrow, his expression softening.
"What, you didn’t enjoy it?" he asked teasingly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Gu Jin shot him a glare.
"No! Definitely not," she huffed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You—ugh, forget it. It was just so messed up."
He tilted his head to the side, still not fully understanding why she was so upset.
"So, you’re angry because I wasn’t the one playing the game in your dream? I’m really confused here."
"You—" Gu Jin’s face flushed.
"Forget it! You know what I mean. You were all... arrogant and smug in the dream, and then you just vanished!"
Long Yifan let out a small laugh, stepping closer.
"Ah, I see... You were mad because I disappeared. So you really do care, huh?" He teased, leaning closer with that familiar, confident grin of his.
Gu Jin rolled her eyes, pushing him back slightly. "Don’t get cocky. It’s just a dream. It’s not like I actually—"
Before she could finish, Long Yifan gently grabbed her wrists, stopping her words mid-sentence.
His gaze softened as he looked down at her.
"Gu Jin," he said seriously, "I don’t know what this is. Maybe it’s your dream playing tricks on you, or maybe it’s your heart speaking for you. But I do know one thing."
Gu Jin blinked, surprised by the sudden change in his tone.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quieter now.
He paused, his expression earnest.
"I don’t want to play games with you, Jin’er. I’ve never been playing. And I’m not going anywhere, not in your dreams and definitely not in reality.
However, if the dream Long Yifan has hurt you, then I apologize on his behalf."
Gu Jin’s breathing hitched. Just a few moments ago, she was cursing him for something he didn’t even do, and now...he was apologizing for something he didn’t have control over.
"It’s okay..." Gu Jin said softly and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to check if you are sleeping well or not." Long Yifan answered.
It was a lie. However, Gu Jin decided not to expose him.
Let him lie, it wasn’t like she was harmed or something.
Gu Jin raised an eyebrow and said,
"Since you saw that I am sleeping well, you could leave now."
Long Yifan nodded, and for once, he didn’t argue and left.