In the dark night, Lu Jihan had that dream again.
In the dream, he stumbled into a pitch-black room, the air filled with a woman's fragrant scent.
Uncontrollably, he followed that sweet aroma and fell onto the bed, touching a warm, delicate body.
He couldn't see her face clearly, only knew she smelled sweet and soft, like cotton candy, enticing him to taste her.
She didn't seem to enjoy it, continuously crying softly, but he couldn't control himself; every full moon night under the Blood Curse drove him insane.
The poison of the Blood Curse is unparalleled.
In the past, he had to lock himself in a room for three days and nights, using a large quantity of ice to alleviate the heat and pain on his body, but this time was different.
Before he had a chance to return home and take any defensive measures, the poison of the Blood Curse had already kicked in.
Now he only wanted to vent the fire in his heart.
And the scent from this woman had a peculiar suppressive effect, reducing his suffering considerably.
Though the pain was lessened, his desire remained unabated; he only wanted more, couldn't help but hold her tightly, wanting more, more...
After a bout of passion, he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
Upon regaining his senses, he realized it was just a spring dream.
And that dream, actually happened six years ago.
Heaven knows that over the past six years, through one thousand two hundred and nine nights, he almost dreamt of that woman every night, dreaming of every moment spent in tender passion with her...
Regrettably, she always remained blurry in the dream; her true appearance indistinguishable.
Thinking of this, Lu Jihan felt unusually irritable.
He got up and removed his pajamas, revealing his well-toned muscles.
Years of exercise made the texture of his muscles extremely clear, perfectly shaped broad shoulders, narrow waist, a waist and abdomen without any excess fat, and beautiful oblique lines, along with a face too beautiful to be true, truly perfect.
He walked naked into the bathroom directly.
Ten minutes later he emerged with a black towel around his waist, wet hair lazily draping over angular features, his rugged face appearing more pronounced against the backlight.
His upright yet languid body casually sat on the sofa, infusing the air with an invisible tension.
Butler Rong knocked lightly to the door and walked in, standing with a bow.
"Young master, Miss Song Anqi just called, inviting you to visit her residence," Rong said.
Since taking over Mainland Group from his father, Lu Jihan has started combining the music industry with real estate two years ago.
Now, two years later, he has perfectly paved a new frontier in the business world.
Six months ago, Mainland Group built the largest music theater in the Capital, and Song Anqi was the first young pianist signed by Mainland Group.
Lu Jihan had no interest in Song Anqi, but as a work partner, he didn't mind.
He casually picked up a black collared shirt, his shoulder and back muscles smoothly rolling.
After putting on the shirt, he said succinctly: "Alright, I got it."
Rong nodded slightly, knowing he was going to leave, then used the intercom to arrange the driver to pull up the car at the villa entrance.
He glanced at the messy bed in the bedroom.
"Young master, the full moon night is approaching, and the Blood Curse is about to erupt again, have you... found that woman?"
"Not yet," Lu Jihan frowned and said.
Curiously enough, last time the Blood Curse erupted, spending a night with that woman effectively controlled the poison of the Blood Curse.
He pondered, perhaps she is the antidote sent to him by heaven.