Dreamland

Although it’s hard‍‌‍​‍‌⁠‍‍⁠⁠‌‍‍​⁠​‌⁠‍​⁠‌‍ to admit—

Jiang Ci was indeed having one of those… passionate, lingering, and unspeakable dreams.

In fact, back when he was on Winter Day Planet and was brought back by Huo Xianfeng to sleep in his bed, Jiang Ci had a similar dream.

At that time, his body was under the influence of various negative effects: first, the false pregnancy caused by drugs, then the pheromone imbalance, and finally, severe blood loss leading to an anemic state.

To top it off, Huo Xianfeng hadn’t properly controlled the amount of pheromone injection, leading to a large influx of alpha pheromones into his body…

In short, the combination of all these factors made Jiang Ci’s body crave the alpha’s comfort intensely at that time. Therefore, it was normal for him to have some fantasies in his sleep.

But back then, the dreams were just simple touches and something akin to a temporary mark, and Huo Xianfeng’s face in the dream was blurry.

This was because it was his body’s instinct craving the alpha’s pheromones—perfectly normal.

It was similar to the stirrings of sexual desire during adolescence. But this time was different.

The heat cycle had passed, Jiang Ci’s pheromone levels were gradually decreasing and stabilizing. So, it wasn’t his instincts craving Huo Xianfeng this time—it was Jiang Ci himself.

The dream was likely a result of the aftermath of the heat cycle. It could also be that they had an intense third round, even more intense than the previous two times combined, so it left such an imprint on Jiang Ci’s muscle memory that it still hadn’t faded.

So much so that the sensation silently spread into his dreams, leading to more vivid, fantastical images. Anyone who has ever dreamed understands the feeling—knowing deep down that what is happening is impossible, yet choosing to ignore the illogical parts, sinking deeper into the dream.

Unlike the time on Winter Day Planet, this time Huo Xianfeng’s face in the dream was crystal clear, and their actions went far beyond simple touches and temporary marks. They were intimately, almost overwhelmingly close.

In the hazy, surreal dream, Jiang Ci was straddling Huo Xianfeng and looking down at the young man who, in reality, seemed invincible and all-powerful.

But in this moment, the Huo Xianfeng in the dream was completely different from his usual self. He was more like the young man who had just awakened in a weakened state when they arrived at Holy Dew Planet.

His face had lost its usual carefree expression that seemed to have everything under control. He no longer had the coldness and dominance he showed when fighting; and instead, what surfaced was a rare vulnerability and confusion.

His black hair was tousled, sinking into the snow-white pillow, his lashes slightly damp, his eyes dazed and unfocused, breathing fast.

The normally handsome yet somewhat young boyish face now showed vulnerability and sought protection, exuding an extreme sense of fragility and sensuality.

It was a stark contrast to his usual self.

—It was devastatingly sexy.

In reality, Huo Xianfeng would only briefly show that expression of indulgent infatuation from which he could not extricate himself. But in this illusory dream that Jiang Ci had constructed, that expression appeared on the young man’s face once again and lingered for a long time.

The feeling of looking down at the most powerful alpha in the world sent a thrill through every cell in Jiang Ci’s body. Huo Xianfeng gazed up at him with those long, delicate phoenix eyes, and they were filled with unrestrained adoration and love.

“A-Ci…”

“A-Ci…….”

“A-Ci………”

In real life, only the closest people to Jiang Ci would call him that—like his father who passed away years ago, He Zhun, or his two mechas. Beyond that, no one else did.

Huo Xianfeng also rarely called him that; usually, he only did so when offering comfort or during moments of intimacy. At other times, he would use Jiang Ci’s full name.

But in truth, when those two syllables, “A-Ci,” came out from Huo Xianfeng’s lips, it was as if they carried some kind of magic. Without needing any physical contact or any other words, just hearing that nickname gave Jiang Ci a strange illusion, as if his nerves were being kissed.

“Huo Xianfeng…”

Jiang Ci supported himself beside the young man’s face, gasping with effort. At that moment, he suddenly felt Huo Xianfeng’s fingertips land on his brow bone, then slowly trace the contours of his eyebrows and eyes, sliding down along the bridge of his nose, inch by inch, until they reached his lips and gently caressed them.

The gesture was too intimate, filled with deep affection and love.

Instinctively, Jiang Ci bit down on Huo Xianfeng’s fingertip, licking it like a kitten. The sensation of that action was very real, almost terrifyingly so.

And then, at that moment, the hot dream slipped out of Jiang Ci’s control because he noticed that Huo Xianfeng’s expression began to shift, becoming more like his real-life demeanor. Huo Xianfeng nonchalantly looked at him, his gaze scorching and enticing, slowly sweeping over Jiang Ci’s face and taking in every detail of his current state.

Whoosh—

The world spun, and the one in control changed.

“Huo… Huo Xianfeng…”

Jiang Ci seemed to hear Huo Xianfeng say something close to his ear, but he couldn’t make out exactly what was said. He instinctively muttered the most embarrassing words of his dream. A few seconds later, Jiang Ci was jolted awake from the dream by a near-suffocating kiss.

When he opened his eyes, he could barely distinguish between reality and the dream. Upon waking from a dream, the brain experiences a brief period of blankness. Combined with the sudden attack, Jiang Ci had no time or strength to react. It took him quite a while before he heard a familiar voice saying something close to his ear.

“It seems… I have to sneak into my dream…”

Jiang Ci: “…”

Huh?

What?

He stared at Huo Xianfeng, his pupils were dilated and slightly trembled as he looked at him in a daze, focused only on desperately inhaling oxygen. His mind was completely blank and the abrupt wake up left him unable to distinguish who, where or when.

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Jiang Ci’s brain was still in a state of shutdown. He blankly stared at Huo Xianfeng for a long time before touching his face to confirm that Huo Xianfeng was indeed real. Only then did he manage to separate the dream from reality.

It wasn’t a dream…

It wasn’t a dream…

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Satisfy… sneak…?

His stalled thoughts started to run at full speed, and he finally understood what had just happened and what Huo Xianfeng’s words meant.

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This was probably the most mortifying, socially-dead moment of Major General Jiang Ci’s life—surpassing even the time he was caught red-handed trying to pull down Huo Xianfeng’s pants in the cave.

Last time, he could at least explain himself, but how could he possibly explain this????

Having that kind of dream was bad enough, but the worst part was getting caught in the act!!!

And yet, the worst part was—

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—Wasn’t this clearly a sign of frustration?

Jiang Ci was on the verge of collapsing; he could hardly believe he had done such a thing. And to make matters worse, it wasn’t just that he had the dream—it was that Huo Xianfeng had caught him in the act!

It was too embarrassing! Absolutely mortifying!

How could this happen? How could he have that kind of dream?!

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“!”

That’s right! 

Huo Xianfeng didn’t have any proof!

So Jiang Ci thought he could still salvage the situation—by denying everything.

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Huo Xianfeng raised an eyebrow and slowly repeated his words,

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“I don’t understand.”

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As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, his fingertips brushing against something. Jiang Ci’s body instantly stiffened, and he quickly grabbed Huo Xianfeng’s wrist, almost frantically pulling his hand away and wiping off the moisture on his fingertips. Jiang Ci hadn’t expected there was really some fucking evidence, and his face turned completely red from uncontrollable shame.

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At this point, Huo Xianfeng propped himself up on one elbow, resting his head on his hand. The movement caused the muscles in his shoulder and arm to flex slightly, outlining the smooth and beautiful lines that exuded a strong and intensely alpha-like aura—almost like a perfect model for muscle-lovers’ aesthetics.

Huo Xianfeng had been slowly maturing, and now his body had started to show hints of a man’s sharp edges.

His phoenix eyes lazily lowered, and he hooked Jiang Ci’s fingertip with his own, slowly rubbing the soft, slightly moist pad of Jiang Ci’s finger until it turned a delicate, flushed pink.

“So, can you understand now?”

The young man dragged his words, his voice carrying a husky, low tone that was incredibly sexy.

Though hands weren’t particularly private parts, the way Huo Xianfeng touched him felt like teasing. Jiang Ci jerked his hand back as if he’d been electrocuted, and it seemed like his entire arm was tingling from his fingertips to his palm.

“I just… I don’t remember… I don’t remember what I dreamed about.”

Jiang Ci pulled the blanket up to cover the lower half of his face and his stiff voice was muffled by the fabric.

“Isn’t it normal to forget what you dreamed about when you suddenly wake up?”

Saying this, he felt like he’d found a very good excuse, so he quickly shrank further into the blanket, tightly closing his eyes, hoping to brush it all off.

“Huo Xianfeng, stop messing around, I’m still tired.”

Huo Xianfeng raised an eyebrow slightly, letting out an ambiguous chuckle,

“Jiang Ci, I don’t think I asked you what you dreamed about just now, did I?”

The omega, who was nearly buried under the blanket, instantly froze.

What was this…?

—Confessing without being asked!

Jiang Ci wished he could go back in time three minutes and strangle himself.

But now, there was no going back.

He decided to just give up and opened his eyes, pretending to be calm as he looked at Huo Xianfeng,

“So, what exactly do you want to ask?”

Huo Xianfeng met his gaze, and in his deep, dark phoenix eyes, there seemed to be an endless vortex ready to pull Jiang Ci in,

“So what did you dream about?”

Jiang Ci’s eyelashes fluttered unconsciously before he finally answered,

“Just… last night’s events.”

The young man let out a soft “oh,” as if in sudden understanding, then slowly added,

“Huh? Didn’t you just say you didn’t remember?”

“…Huo Xianfeng!!!”

Jiang Ci finally snapped, furious and embarrassed,

“Are you done?!”

Huo Xianfeng sighed lightly,

“I was, but now I’m not.”

“…?”

Jiang Ci’s mind blanked out, not understanding any word he said.

“Turns out… I underestimated your appetite…”

In the next second, Huo Xianfeng cupped his chin and kissed him,

“Looks like we need to… continue…”

Huo Xianfeng spoke intermittently, some of his words were clear to Jiang Ci, while others weren’t, but this made Jiang Ci’s heart race even more than if he had understood everything perfectly.

The gesture was incredibly provocative and sent Jiang Ci’s mind into a fever. He instantly grasped the deeper meaning behind Huo Xianfeng’s words, and his thoughts extended into more vivid images—ones that were even more overwhelming for Jiang Ci to face than those in his dream.

The heat period had passed, and now there were no so-called natural and physical instincts affecting him. Every reaction and behavior from Jiang Ci was now entirely based on his own thoughts.

“Huo Xianfeng, you…”

Jiang Ci couldn’t refuse, but he still tried to find a gap to respond,

“It’s too late…”

“There are still four hours, it’s not too late…”