Two men in black, tight-fitting attire, paused at the doorway upon hearing the commotion. Bai Shen's power was formidable; ordinary individuals couldn't get close.
However, they had sensed Bai Shen seemed somewhat drunk earlier. After much consideration, one finally pushed open the private room door, "Eldest Miss, do you require any assistance..."
...with anything?
Before he could finish, he witnessed an unbelievable scene.
Their own Bai Shen was sitting on a man, her hands resting on his sturdy chest, while her other hand seemed to be cupping the man's chin, resembling a scene from a dramatic TV show where a domineering male lead restrains his delicate wife.
Coupled with the dim lighting of the KTV, it was as ambiguous as it could get; as wild as it could be.
Bai Xi frowned and coldly said to her two subordinates, "This is none of your concern."
The two men immediately closed the door.
Indeed, how could they possibly witness such a matter?
Yet, as the door closed, the corners of their mouths couldn't help but curve upwards wildly, and their hearts filled with joy: Great! So our Bai Shen isn't gay; she likes men after all!
Wait, even if she liked men, it didn't seem to concern them, did it? Why should they be happy about it?
Upon this thought, they couldn't help but glance at the private room door again, their teeth gnashing.
That brat inside got lucky.
After the private room door was shut, Bai Xi suddenly laughed, a brilliant, radiant laugh, entirely different from her usual elegant and aloof demeanor. This sight made Han Mo's breathing grow even more rapid. He was already supplying his blood to nourish the blood jade bracelet on Bai Xi's wrist, suffering from blood loss. Seeing Bai Xi like this now, his heart felt an unbearable discomfort.
"Eldest Miss, may I ask if you are getting up?"
Seeing him like this, Bai Xi smiled slightly, "Why should I get up?"
She knew it. She must be dreaming.
With her elite subordinates guarding outside, how could Han Mo possibly get in? Therefore, the Han Mo before her must be a figment of her imagination after drinking.
Thinking this, she extended a finger and gently stroked from Han Mo's forehead, slowly tracing down his neck: "I never imagined I would dream of you."
As an adult woman, she naturally knew that people could have strange dreams that were beyond their conscious control. However, she had never had such a dream before. Later, after much thought, she concluded that it was simply because she lacked the "material" for dreams, which was why she hadn't had them.
She hadn't expected that her very first dream would be of her brother's doctor.
However, she had to admit, compared to others... Han Mo did fit her aesthetic better, and he even came with the allure of a uniform.
It's just that she was a bit perplexed... why wasn't he wearing a white coat, nor spectacles?
Han Mo was slightly taken aback.
So, she mistook him for someone in her dream.
Yes, and he, too.
In how many dreams had he met her, broken off with her, and parted from her?
Thinking of this, a faint sense of loss washed over him, yet a certain sentiment quietly spread. He slightly turned his face, revealing a perfect profile, "Eldest Miss, if you don't get up soon, you will regret it once you wake up."
Bai Xi's fingers had already traced his collarbone, feeling the tremor that ran through him, whether from shyness or fear: "This is my dream, and naturally, I make the rules."
She truly hadn't expected her subconscious to be this wild. But this feeling... it actually felt quite good, more intoxicating than the wine she had just drunk.
Han Mo felt he was reaching his limit: "You really aren't getting up?"
Bai Xi completely ignored him, instead leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss on Han Mo's lips.
"Mmm, sweet and tender, soft and lingering. Tong Yao said kissing someone you like is like eating White Rabbit toffees; she asked if I wanted to try.
Back then, she had merely held the book, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said indifferently, 'I only eat lollipops.'
But now it seemed, the taste of White Rabbit toffees was rather good.
This sudden kiss left Han Mo frozen on the spot.
After kissing him, Bai Xi earnestly began to consider what to do next.
In the past, she only researched how to kill people, not how to flirt.
Moreover, in those books Tong Yao had once blushingly narrated to her, it was almost always the man who took the initiative. It seemed none of them mentioned what a woman should do when she takes the initiative.
It's like the saying, 'You only regret not having a book when you need it.'
Thinking this, Bai Xi raised an eyebrow, forcefully pinning her dissatisfaction and ignorance onto Han Mo, a provocative smile gracing her rosy lips, "Dr. Han, you're not... impotent, are you?"
If she didn't know what to do, and Han Mo in her dream was incapable, then this wouldn't be a dream of spring, but a purely comedic one.
Han Mo, already stunned by Bai Xi's kiss, had his beautiful eyes constrict to their limit at that moment.
Upon hearing Bai Xi's provocation, the color of his originally light-colored eyes deepened infinitely, his entire aura seemingly changing in an instant: "Bai Xi, don't regret this."
He was impotent?
Did she know how much he wanted to prove to her that he was capable?
But, he dared not. He was afraid that once she knew everything, she would leave him.
Rather than being abandoned in the end, he would rather never have possessed her.
At this moment, he changed his mind. Even if she resented him afterward, he couldn't bear to let her go. Even if she wanted to kill him in the future, he would quietly watch her plunge the dagger into his chest.
With this thought, he suddenly flipped over, and their positions reversed in that instant.
Bai Xi was slightly startled, wondering why the Han Mo in her dream suddenly seemed like a different person.
Could it be that because this was just a dream, his character was unstable?
Before she could even think, her lips were sealed. A faint, clean fragrance spread between them. This fragrance seemed somewhat familiar, yet she couldn't recall when or where she had smelled it.
What shocked her even more was that this man before her seemed to have instantly transformed from an innocuous, easily subdued little white rabbit into a great wolf, passionate, frenzied, with even emotions she couldn't quite fathom in his eyes.
The kiss traveled downward, as if conquering territories, leaving behind mark after mark.
Those marks seemed to declare his ownership to everyone, and also to imprint every inch of her skin into his memory, to remember her in this way.
Bai Xi, experiencing this novel and peculiar sensation, saw the crescent-shaped scar on Han Mo's wrist.
"Damn, this dream is truly magical. It actually managed to fuse the two people I'm currently most interested in into one. This is indeed a scene that can only happen in a dream."
With that thought, she instinctively reached out to touch Han Mo's wrist.
Han Mo felt her hand reach for him, and directly extended his hand, pushing hers aside, then intertwined their fingers, holding them tightly.
His heart was pounding fast, yet filled with contentment.