Chapter 491: Chapter 491

Shi Che felt he had had a wonderful, a very wonderful dream...

In the dream, Ling Chuxia had not left; she was in front of him, he could touch her, could embrace her, could feel her warmth, could hear her voice. Everything seemed to be happening in front of him, making him unable to resist indulging in it, never wanting to wake up.

But suddenly, he felt Chuxia was about to leave; he desperately reached out to grab hold of her, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep her there, and just like that, she gradually drifted away from him.

No... Chuxia, don’t go, don’t leave me again.

Shi Che abruptly opened his eyes, and all he saw was darkness; Shi Che was stunned for a moment. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch black, he finally saw clearly that he was still in his bedroom.

There was no Chuxia, and the enchanting dream was nowhere to be found...

His dark eyes involuntarily filled with profound sorrow; as beautiful as the dream was, the moment he returned to reality was all the more heart-wrenchingly desperate.

It was as though a large chunk had suddenly been gouged out of his heart, leaving an empty aching void that was extremely uncomfortable.

But suddenly, he heard faint breathing by his side; his gaze intensified sharply as he looked abruptly, and there before him was the all-too-familiar face.

She lay quietly asleep, the corners of her lips slightly curved upward, as though she too was dreaming something pleasant.

Shi Che’s eyes suddenly became dazed. Chuxia? Just now... was he not dreaming but for real? Had Chuxia actually come back?

But within an instant, his eyes turned fierce. No, this wasn’t Chuxia. The scent of Chuxia, her looks, even the rhythm and frequency of Chuxia’s breathing, were all different from Chuxia.

How could she be here? How could she be in his bed?

Shi Che abruptly sat up, not caring whether Ling Yunshu was still deeply asleep. With a fierce motion, he flipped back the bedsheet, and with that force, Ling Yunshu was flung open, rolling off the bed and onto the floor.

Ling Yunshu had feigned sleep, wanting to see what Shi Che’s reaction would be upon waking, but she could never have anticipated being flipped so abruptly, falling to the ground and rolling several times in utter disarray.

Shi Che grabbed a bathrobe hanging nearby, quickly donned it, and tied the sash at his waist. In a few strides, he stood tall, looking down at her with an exceedingly cold gaze, his entire being emitting a terrifying chill. His voice was so cold it made one shiver, "Ling Yunshu, what are you doing here?"

Ling Yunshu had anticipated this scene, but Shi Che was even more ruthless, even more indifferent than she had imagined.

Now, she was only covered by a thin bedsheet, just enough to cover the vital areas, revealing her slender, pale arms and legs, which were extremely enticing. Yet his gaze was filled with such loathing, as if he was looking at a disgusting pile of flies.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably; her hand tightened bit by bit. She struggled to control herself, lifted her head to look at Shi Che, and before she could speak, tears had already fallen.

"Old Zhu said you’ve been locking yourself in your room drinking alone, and I was worried about you, so I came to see... But... you... you mistook me for Xiaxia... We, we..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence when Shi Che suddenly let out two sneers, his dark eyes coldly sidestepping her as if he had heard a huge joke, "Ling Yunshu, you’re really overestimating yourself. Even if I was dead drunk, I would never sleep with you."