[Fantasy] The Soul Painter

Introduction

Most people in the world enjoy dreaming, though the types of dreams vary: some dream of getting rich, some dream of becoming immortals, and some even daydream of achieving great success and rising to prominence! However, for the vast majority of young people, they undoubtedly crave a sensual dream, a dream of intoxicating pleasure and passion. If you are young, can you resist such temptation?

Invitation

Zhuang Zhou lives alone in this bustling metropolis, a well-known modern painter. He is introverted and naturally lazy, disliking socializing, and therefore has few friends, except for Zhou Mu, also a famous painter and his university classmate. His paintings are currently very popular, and he is recently planning another national tour exhibition.

After being cooped up at home for months, he went through all the preparations for his art exhibition in his studio. After dinner, he returned to his apartment. It was already dark, and the streetlights were on. In the dim light, he took out his antique watch, opened the case, and saw the hands pointed to eight o'clock. "Sigh, time always slips away without you noticing," Zhuang Zhou sighed softly.

Zhuang Zhou lived in a small high-rise building; on the fifteenth floor, he only lived on the third floor because he was afraid of heights and disliked taking elevators. Passing through the ground floor corridor, he habitually paused briefly in front of his mailbox, glancing at it briefly before continuing upstairs. Suddenly, he noticed a red piece of paper in his mailbox, a corner sticking out.

Since moving here, Zhuang Zhou hadn't received any mail, not even advertising flyers, for three whole years. Every time he opened it, it was empty. Perhaps he was too lonely; even solitary people sometimes dislike solitude and being forgotten.

Zhuang Zhou frowned and smiled bitterly. He recalled how, for the past two years, he would intentionally or unintentionally find an excuse to go downstairs and check his mailbox, only to return empty-handed each time. The disappointment he felt was palpable. Only in the last six months, with his paintings suddenly becoming popular and his studio becoming increasingly busy, had he put this matter aside... Lost in thought, Zhuang Zhou unconsciously strode to the green mailbox, took out a seemingly rusty key, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement. It took him a while to unlock the mailbox. He took a deep breath before resolutely pulling open the small mailbox door. A red note lay quietly inside, emitting a dim red glow under the streetlights in the hallway.

A night breeze blew by, and Zhuang Zhou shivered slightly. Autumn nights are cool, a season when it's easy to catch a cold, especially in this city where the climate is damp and chilly; by the time people feel the cold, they've already been afflicted by illness. Zhuang Zhou tightened his coat collar, quickly grabbed the red slip of paper, locked the mailbox, and rushed back to his room on the third floor.

Return!

Dreams reside in the hearts of each of us.

Let's start from here,

returning to where the dream began. May your wishes

be with you!

The red invitation featured large, gold-embossed characters, burning brightly under the light. The words were particularly enticing, like a voice constantly calling in his ear, stirring up Zhuang Zhou's deep longing for his dream. The first dream he thought he had forgotten and missed resurfaced in his heart. These simple lines made Zhuang Zhou almost immediately decide to visit the place indicated on the invitation!

At midnight

that Sunday, Zhuang Zhou arrived at the address on the invitation—a quiet but not dilapidated station. A stranger, a taxi driver who had been waiting there, took him through one dark, unknown alley after another.

It was only then that Zhuang Zhou realized that this city, which he thought he knew so well and had lived in since childhood, actually had many places he had never experienced or even heard of. The car's route was winding and circuitous, and Zhuang Zhou had absolutely no sense of direction. Finally, the car stopped in front of a luxurious villa that was completely unfamiliar to Zhuang Zhou and entirely different from what he had imagined.

In Zhuang Zhou's mind, it wouldn't be surprising if the place mentioned in the invitation was a luxurious villa, nor would it be unique if it was located in such a remote place. But this luxurious villa, in the dead of night, had no lights shining out at all; it was completely dark, even the light from the taxi's headlights seemed to be completely absorbed by it, sinking into the sea without reflecting back. By the time Zhuang Zhou realized this, he had already followed the taxi driver into the dark villa.

Following the taxi driver in the dark, Zhuang Zhou felt strangely no fear or unease. Instead, he felt a peculiar longing, as if something he desperately craved was waiting for him, calling to him from the depths of the villa. Zhuang Zhou quickened his pace.

They crossed a gravel path, climbed a blurry flight of steps, and continued into the darkness. As the driver slowly came to a stop, Zhuang Zhou's agitated heart began to calm. His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the villa, and he vaguely realized they were standing under a large tree. The tree was wide enough for ten people to encircle, and its height seemed to reach the clouds. Looking up, Zhuang Zhou felt a majestic, ancient aura pressing down upon him. This tree must be hundreds of years old; he wondered how many generations had owned and moved into this villa.

Zhuang Zhou leaned back slightly, his body, slightly out of breath from the brisk walk, against the rough, mottled trunk of the large tree. He looked up at the many long vines hanging from the branches, which, in the heavy shadows of the night, resembled tassels and beaded curtains draped from an ancient crown. Groups of buildings and artificial hills surrounded the tree, their shadows faintly visible, as if guarding it. Looking around, he couldn't find a trace of the auction described in the invitation. There were no lights, no crowds, no sounds, and no door leading out!

A night breeze swept by, bringing a chill that made Zhuang Zhou shiver. He instinctively crossed his arms, frowning as he was about to question the driver who had led the way. But when he looked up, he saw the driver's flickering eyes, particularly piercing in the darkness, and several dark figures gradually gathering around him.

Only now did Zhuang Zhou feel a pang of fear. In this chaotic era, he had so easily believed an invitation and followed a stranger to this dark place—it was as if he were possessed. Zhuang Zhou's mind raced, rapidly replaying various possible scenarios, and he trembled slightly uncontrollably.

With a creak, Zhuang Zhou felt the large tree behind him vibrate slightly. A narrow doorway opened in the trunk beside him, just wide enough for one person to pass through. A soft, ethereal light poured out, instantly illuminating the deep, dark courtyard. A young man dressed in casual salon-style clothing walked slowly out, his face delicate and gentle in the lamplight. He smiled at Zhuang Zhou in an extremely gentle yet clear voice and said, "Please follow me!" As soon as the simple words left his lips, he turned around.

Zhuang Zhou was pleased with the invitation. Without much insincere pleasantries, his greeting was simple and warm. He merely nodded and smiled slightly, then followed the young man through the narrow doorway—a door he hadn't yet had time to explore or even marvel at.

Beyond the doorway, a deep, stepped tunnel descended, its stone steps lined with flowering trees. The stone walls were covered with faded murals, and torches, reminiscent of those of the Middle Ages, burned brightly. The tunnel was well-ventilated, without any stuffiness. Because of this, the torches flickered in the wind, making the tunnel appear deep, quiet, and subtly shrouded in mystery.

Zhuang Zhou followed the unfamiliar young man down the winding path, turning several corners. Occasionally, the branches and leaves of the flowering trees on both sides of the stone steps would brush against his cheeks. The leaves were fragrant, and some even dripped with fragrant and cool dew, which made Zhuang Zhou's originally somewhat vexed and uneasy mood due to this strange and bizarre tunnel begin to ease and improve.

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long. After walking for a while, he could faintly hear whispers. Rounding a bend, the space suddenly opened up before him. Although the light was still dim, a vast expanse unfolded before Zhuang Zhou's eyes, seemingly an underground plaza. People moved about, but it wasn't crowded or overly noisy. Zhuang Zhou immediately liked the atmosphere, and his anticipation for the journey deepened slightly. When he turned to thank the young stranger, he found that he had disappeared into the depths of the tunnel.

Zhuang Zhou descended the last few steps and joined the crowd of people looking around. Although there were many people around, he didn't recognize any faces. This was understandable; the city was already severely overpopulated, and finding someone you knew was indeed difficult.

The goods in the market were indeed extremely abundant, many of which Zhuang Zhou had never heard of or seen before. His eyes were opened, and his spirits gradually lifted. Although he was engrossed in browsing, nothing particularly piqued his interest. He had walked almost the entire store, yet still found nothing he truly desired, and couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. He had come with high hopes, and the organizers' mysterious actions upon his arrival had greatly heightened his anticipation.

With a soft sigh, Zhuang Zhou was about to head home empty-handed when he suddenly felt a gaze upon him from behind. Turning around, he saw no one. Just then, Zhuang Zhou noticed an ancient painting hanging in the corner.

The painting vaguely depicted a Tang Dynasty court lady. Looking at her, Zhuang Zhou felt as if light shone in her eyes, as if she were looking at him, trying to see into his heart. Zhuang Zhou instantly fell in love with the painting; wasn't his room missing just such an ancient painting?

He approached the painting, carefully admiring it in the dim light. A young woman with skin as smooth as jade, elegant and refined, came into his view. She wore her hair in a high bun, adorned with a phoenix hairpin, a pale purple silk robe, a pleated long skirt, a seven-colored phoenix belt, and jade and gold pendants around her neck. Her oval, snow-white skin was lightly powdered, and her eyebrows were like crescent moons, making her appear like a fairy maiden descended from heaven, like Chang'e.

Zhuang Zhou was also stunned by the woman's beauty, momentarily lost in a daze. But what impressed him most about the woman in the painting was not her unparalleled beauty or captivating charm, nor the artist's skillful technique, but rather the elegant face and slightly melancholic expression. A burning longing seemed to emanate from the depths of her eyes, evoking a profound, almost painful, tender pity and affection in him! Zhuang Zhou had never seen a painting, or even a real person, give him such a vivid and intense impression.

The painting seemed somewhat monotonous; there was no background embellishment behind the beautiful woman, which differed slightly from ordinary paintings of ladies. The canvas was made of silk. Zhuang Zhou examined it closely; it looked very old, but he couldn't tell what dynasty it came from. Seeing the official expert's seal beside it, and knowing the expert well, Zhuang Zhou was confident he wouldn't be wrong—it was indeed a painting of court ladies in Tang Dynasty attire!

The price was unexpectedly cheap, and Zhuang Zhou bought it without hesitation, without even examining it further. After paying, he quickly walked back the way he came. At the top of the stairs, the young man who had led him in was already waiting there with a beaming smile. Zhuang Zhou, having experienced so many surprises that evening, wasn't too astonished. Besides, he had something on his mind and was eager to get back and carefully admire this ancient painting that had inexplicably moved him. As expected, waiting outside was the same driver who had brought him there before. Zhuang Zhou thanked the unfamiliar young man without saying much, opened the door, got into the car, and began his journey home as night fell.

Upon returning

home, Zhuang Zhou immediately hung the painting on the wall opposite his bed in his bedroom. This way, whenever he lay down, he could see the painting and the woman within it. Zhuang Zhou had always wanted to decorate that spot, finding the blank wall too jarring, but he never expected to see such a painting hanging there—not his own work, and not even one that seemed particularly elegant.

In the bright light of the bedroom, Zhuang Zhou lay on his back, half-supported by the headboard, squinting as he carefully examined the painting he had inexplicably bought.

The white silk canvas had yellowed slightly, but it was a very pale yellow, not affecting the overall effect of the painting. The weave of the canvas was still indistinguishable, a weave technique outside the scope of Zhuang Zhou's study of ancient paintings.

The woman's expression was extremely lifelike; no matter where Zhuang Zhou stood, he felt as if the woman in the painting was also staring at him, her gaze filled with extreme tenderness and allure, like the feeling of a lover looking at you. The woman in the painting was also extremely beautiful, with a faint smile, seemingly not of this world.

Zhuang Zhou had always been somewhat aloof towards girls, but under the gaze of the woman in the painting, he felt a strange sensation. If the woman in the painting were real… a desire he had never felt before surged within him. Zhuang Zhou

leaned back, slightly closing his eyes, trying to make himself more comfortable. Sure enough, everything before him gradually became blurry, pink desire churning within him, his mind filled with restless emotions, and a strange agitation coursing through his body.

Zhuang Zhou always had the habit of sleeping naked; the soft silk quilt rubbing against his body felt like being caressed by a soft little hand. His skin began to flush, a wave of heat washing over him, arousing all sorts of wild fantasies. The exposed parts of his body seemed to be touched, even licked, by something unseen, as if a fragrant tongue were gliding across his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, and even his thick, sensitive earlobes… Zhuang Zhou drifted off to sleep, dreaming that he and the woman in the painting were walking hand in hand, nestled together, across a vast, boundless plain. The starry night was gentle, the bright moon was rising slowly, and a rich fragrance of flowers and trees permeated the night air. The night was cool, shrouded in a thin mist, and the green grass was like silk, each blade glistening with dew, sparkling like diamonds as it swayed in the wind. The lush foothills were full of youthful allure; the intoxicating fragrance of the moonlit night stimulated their sensual desires.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but hold the woman in his arms tightly, his breathing becoming rapid. He leaned down slightly, lowered his head, and found her tender red lips, gently touching them again and again, tenderly caressing them, kissing her along her forehead, cheeks, eyes, and eyebrows, gradually increasing the pace and pressure.

When he kissed her slightly puffed cheeks, her smooth chin, and then moved to her velvety white neck, he exhaled a heavy, hot breath, his lips parted, and he could no longer suppress the wild passion in his heart. Like someone who had been starving for a long time, or like someone who had seen a long-untouched delicacy, he kissed and bit her relentlessly, his lips holding hers, sucking hard, and even occasionally sticking out his teeth like an extremely thirsty vampire, nibbling at her delicate neck, his tongue swirling and licking back and forth. He truly had a strong feeling that he wanted to swallow the woman in his arms completely.

The woman in the painting, receiving Zhuang Zhou's somewhat impulsive and reckless kisses and embrace, appears somewhat moved. Lost in his passionate kisses and warm embrace, her starry eyes glisten with tears, her breath sweet as orchids, her soft, delicate body writhing, soft moans escaping her lips—as if the sweetest, most fervent calls of love were emanating from the depths of her soul! Like a potent chemical catalyst, it draws Zhuang Zhou's burgeoning male desire, causing it to swell, swell, and harden. In accordance with their intertwined embrace, it presses directly against the woman's most sensitive and private place, throbbing, rubbing, and squeezing incessantly.

At the same time, his lips met her cherry-like mouth again, turning her seductive moans into muffled, soft gasps. He felt her tender red lips and smooth, delicious tongue, their fragrance subtly emanating a wild and alluring aura that fueled Zhuang Zhou's intense desire to indulge his lust and find an outlet for his burgeoning desires. As they intertwined, Zhuang Zhou found himself in an awkward predicament, unable to move forward or stop.

On one hand, he was consciously aware that he was caught in a sensual dream, yet he preferred to remain intoxicated, unwilling to wake up, unwilling to move, even afraid to touch his own body, fearing he might lose control and do something that would frighten this sudden and exquisitely beautiful erotic dream.

He was a somewhat reclusive person, rarely interacting with women, and had never even spent money on pleasure. In fact, he had never experienced sexual pleasure with a woman, and had rarely even entertained such thoughts; he neither needed nor accepted women, even though most of his paintings featured nude models. Perhaps this was why the female body held no mystery for him, and thus, no allure. Therefore, tonight's passion was so precious to him, and this erotic dream, so vivid and intense, left him wondering if it was real or a dream!

He tried to close his eyes tightly, focusing intently on imagining this hard-won spiritual stirring, deeply feeling the alluring heat of the woman's body in his arms, repeatedly and meticulously reading the deepest desires within his heart. He didn't need to try to restrain himself at all. Although he didn't particularly enjoy interacting with women, he wasn't an ascetic monk. He had truly suppressed himself for too long and deserved a reasonable indulgence.

But what next? What should he do?

His lust had been ignited, the fire of desire was burning, and ridiculously, he felt he couldn't continue. No wonder his only friend, Zhou Mu, always mocked him for living in a primitive tribe; his knowledge of sex was pitifully lacking, even in his fantasies. At this moment, he couldn't find any information to continue his erotic dream. The excitement in his heart gradually subsided, and the desire, like spring rain, came and went mysteriously.

After a long while, his previous distraction vanished. Zhuang Zhou reluctantly opened his eyes, suppressing his anxious waiting, and focused intently on appreciating the ancient painting, trying to find a trace of feeling within it.

He stared at it for a long time, but found nothing unusual. Zhuang Zhou's mood was like being suspended in mid-air, unable to calm down, and naturally, unable to fall asleep.

In his turmoil, Zhuang Zhou suddenly remembered that long ago, Zhou Mu had given him several books and CDs in a rather ambiguous way, which he had then shelved, gathering dust in some corner of his bookshelf, untouched by anyone. Now, thinking of them, he probably couldn't find them anytime soon, and might even have disposed of them as trash. But what about that painting? It had originally resonated with him deeply!

Looking at the painting with this question in mind, he suddenly froze. The woman's originally gentle and elegant smile had become eerie and mysterious, as if she could see right through Zhuang Zhou's thoughts. Zhuang Zhou remained stunned for a long time. When he came to his senses, he looked at the woman again. She still had a faint smile, graceful and elegant.

But the woman in the painting that Zhuang Zhou had dreamed of was so tender and alluring, so languid and seductive, full of endless temptation for men. Even now, recalling her beautiful figure, the pleasure of their embrace, the friction, and the squeezing, the smooth, creamy skin under his hands, and the faint fragrance of a young girl in the air... "If only you were real, I could be with you forever. If I could be with a woman as beautiful as you forever, even death would be worthwhile!" Zhuang Zhou murmured to the woman in the painting. In that instant, he seemed to see the eerie and mysterious smile on the woman's face in the painting again, but he no longer felt it. With this beautiful reverie, Zhuang Zhou drifted into a deep, sweet dream…

One night, when Zhuang Zhou saw the woman in the painting again in his dream, she didn't nestle in his arms as usual. She simply stood at a distance, facing the wind, smiling sweetly. A gentle breeze caressed her hair, her silk robes fluttered, and her skirt billowed.

Following Zhuang Zhou's focused gaze, a door slowly opened behind her, sliding open to the left and right, with antique bronze handles set in the center of each door. She gently waved to Zhuang Zhou, then turned and disappeared into the world behind the door. Her parting smile was more direct and effective than any invitation. Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but rush to the door. Looking inside, he saw a soft golden light emanating from the doorway, and a long corridor extending inward. She stood in the center of the corridor, smiling and waving in the wind!

Without hesitation, Zhuang Zhou stepped across the threshold and walked towards the woman inside. In a daze, it seemed he had entered another strange space, like an ancient palace garden, with pavilions and terraces, a world apart. Seeing Zhuang Zhou cross the threshold, the woman smiled, her smile as radiant as a hundred flowers blooming. Her cherry lips parted slightly, but she remained silent, leading the way slowly, her lotus-like steps graceful and swaying.

Winding paths led to secluded spots, long corridors twisted and turned, and a vast garden with artificial hills, vermilion railings, and pavilions came into view. The scene left Zhuang Zhou speechless, as if he were in a fairyland.

Flying pavilions, vermilion walls, and ancient pines dripping with verdant green. Before him, the garden was filled with buildings, halls, pavilions, and towers, each a scene within a scene, with artificial hills and waterfalls, surrounded by ancient pines. In the center of the garden flowed a large artificial lake, its tributaries winding through the garden and pavilions, forming streams and springs. The waterside covered walkways, with latticed windows connecting the inside and outside, did not obstruct the view. The main lake's azure waters reflect the shadows of trees, flowers, clouds, and the moon, occasionally rippled by swimming fish, creating a dreamlike, enchanting scene. Pavilions and misty pools complement each other, connected by covered bridges to form an inseparable whole, adorning this wondrous world in the heart of the lake with vibrant colors and fragrance, adding to the mysterious atmosphere of the moonlit night.

Most spectacular is a small pavilion standing in the center of the lake, inside which sits a round stone bed, draped in gauze and draped with brocade quilts. Beside the bed leans a stone table, upon which sits a large bronze incense burner, from which rises the smoke of sandalwood, slowly drifting and veiling the pavilion in a light mist, filling the air with fragrance. The entire lake surface is shrouded in mist and clouds, like a fairyland on earth. If a fairy were to grace the scene, singing and dancing gracefully, what more could one ask for in life?

A dream come true.

The woman who had been leading the way had somehow changed into a light, gauze-silk dance dress, her snow-white skin faintly visible, her flesh radiant and captivating! She lay gracefully on the grass in the garden, her legs bent and crossed, her body arched back, her hands clasped behind her head.

One knee was slightly bent, tracing a perfect arc, while the other leg lay flat behind her. This posture made her full breasts appear even more prominent, almost as if they would burst from her clothes. Below her waist, her body was smooth and slender, showcasing the graceful curves of her figure. Her exquisitely beautiful face had sculpted features, embodying the most beautiful qualities in the world. Zhuang Zhou was utterly dumbfounded.

Unwittingly, Zhuang Zhou's primal desires, seemingly dormant deep within him since ancient times, were awakened, spreading like ripples until they filled the entire lake of his heart. All the scenery before him blurred and trembled, transforming into this dreamlike world.

A beautiful woman danced before Zhuang Zhou, her graceful figure ethereal and elegant. The vibrant flowers and exotic plants of the garden paled in comparison; the entire world seemed to consist only of the woman dancing in the wind. Suddenly, she moved with a light step, floating before Zhuang Zhou and taking his hand. The soft, slender hand, the pulse of her veins, felt so real and moving. Zhuang Zhou bid farewell to emptiness and loneliness, and involuntarily ran with her towards the pavilion in the center of the lake.

The woman kept turning back, smiling gently, her silvery laughter echoing through the garden. Her bright, star-like eyes deeply touched the depths of Zhuang Zhou's soul; time stood still, and the present moment became a frozen eternity.

As they ran towards the entrance of the winding stone bridge leading to the pavilion, the woman suddenly stopped. Leaning against the railing, she nestled her entire body into Zhuang Zhou's embrace. Her full, slightly upturned breasts rose and fell gently with her slightly rapid breathing, pressing against Zhuang Zhou's burning chest. Her slender waist and snow-white, soft legs crossed and pressed tightly against his standing thighs. She slightly rose on her tiptoes, pressing her private area against Zhuang Zhou's erect male desire. Her captivating eyes smiled at Zhuang Zhou with a mesmerizing smile, as dazzling and radiant as a hundred flowers in bloom! And the ever-changing charm on her pretty face, bathed in the moonlight and starlight, was even more alluring and hazy!

Zhuang Zhou could no longer resist. He rolled over and pulled the woman, whom he suspected to be a fairy or a demon, down onto the stone floor, pressing his entire body against hers and kissing her face and lips. His hands slipped inside her flowing robes, directly touching her full, firm breasts. The feeling of her ample, full breasts filled his heart; their shape, proportions, and size were exactly what he had always dreamed of. Gazing at the exquisite face beneath him, he saw before him the most sensual and alluring sight he had ever longed for.

Under the moonlight, her fragrant face flushed crimson, instantly becoming as beautiful as a peach blossom, incomparably gorgeous. Her starry eyes were tightly closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, and her entire head was tilted back, pressed against Zhuang Zhou's warm chest. She whispered shyly and weakly, "I...I'm only being pleasured for the first time...You must pity my frailty!"

Zhuang Zhou listened as if receiving a divine decree. He lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "I am overwhelmed by your favor, fairy. I will cherish you and love you dearly. I will do my best not to let you have all the glory. I will make love with you, and we will enjoy the ultimate bliss together!"

She seemed to trust Zhuang Zhou's promise wholeheartedly. Her starry eyes opened and closed again, her body gradually relaxed and softened. Her hands fell limply to her sides, and she lay on her back on the soft grass. Her jade-like body lay horizontally, displaying the full curves of her beautiful body to Zhuang Zhou. Her hair was as black as silk, her face as clear as jade, and her sweet and delicious diamond-shaped mouth twitched slightly, silently beckoning her beloved to come and take her as he pleased.

In this situation, Zhuang Zhou naturally wouldn't be negligent. He first gently extended a finger, tenderly rubbing it against the woman's fragrant and delicious lips. A ticklish, smooth, and exceptionally comfortable sensation surged through him, making him involuntarily tease her lips a few times with his finger. This prompted the woman to lick her lips with her tongue, then shyly reveal her pearly white teeth, lightly biting her lips alternately. Her starry eyes flickered, opening and closing intermittently, displaying a shy and charming allure.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Zhou's emotions were greatly stirred, his desire surging. He couldn't help but lower his head, pressing his forehead against the woman's, and his large mouth sought out her lips, kissing her fiercely.

The woman only managed a soft "Mmm" before all her murmurs transformed into a torrent of heat. Her moist red lips appeared even more luscious and tempting, as if they were about to melt in Zhuang Zhou's mouth. The refreshing fragrance lingered between his teeth, tongue, and lips.

He sighed with satisfaction, thinking to himself that he really was a genius. Just by reading a few textbooks, he had become so skilled. He hoped the subsequent parts would be just as flawless; he didn't want to repeat the mistake of letting the delicious, fresh meat slip through his fingers again.

Zhuang Zhou's kissing skills gradually improved, becoming more and more profound. Gentle, lingering kisses, tender, persistent sucking kisses, and wild, obsessive kisses—after this onslaught, the woman beneath him was already weak and feverish. Her silk robe was soaked with fragrant sweat, clinging tightly to her exquisite, curvaceous body. Her pretty face was flushed, and her starry eyes, occasionally opened by Zhuang Zhou's wild movements, shone brightly, so vibrant they seemed to drip with water. Her long, curved, dark eyelashes trembled incessantly, and low moans escaped her throat. She was infinitely alluring, radiating a fatal temptation!

Zhuang Zhou carefully parted Yi Ren's soft, cherry-like lips with his own, his tongue pressing against her two rows of neat, fine teeth, licking them back and forth, not even sparing the tender red gums at the roots of her teeth.

A tingling, itchy, and numb sensation invaded Yi Ren's entire fragrant lips, quickly spreading to her heart. Yi Ren finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a soft moan, her cherry lips parting, allowing Zhuang Zhou's tongue to penetrate deeply, grasping her smooth, delicate lips, stirring and entwining them incessantly. The intoxicating pleasure caused Yi Ren's entire body to arch, her gradually fuller and swollen breasts pressing tightly against Zhuang Zhou's chest due to their close proximity.

In that instant, the soft and incredibly elastic feel of Yi Ren's breasts made Zhuang Zhou forget himself, his engorged male desire growing impatiently, hardening and pressing against Yi Ren's private parts, spontaneously twitching and rubbing gently. Zhuang Zhou's hands were not idle either. They slid down to the low-cut collar of the woman's silk robe, gently pulling it open to the sides, and then letting it slide down to her waist. His fingers found her light silk sash, and with a pull and a shake, easily untied it and tossed it aside.

The breathtaking beauty that met his eyes left Zhuang Zhou speechless and holding his breath. His gaze fell upon her snow-white skin, completely exposed before him. So translucent and shimmering with an ivory-like luster, her curvaceous naked body nestled deep within the verdant grass, the sky her curtain, the earth her mat. Her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, a shallow dimple graced her smooth belly, and her long, graceful legs were shyly pressed together, the verdant valley barely visible beneath the grass. Her slightly turned body undulated like mountains, her exquisite face flushed with a blush, her starry eyes closed, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a startled butterfly in spring, evoking a surge of tenderness. And the high, firm peaks of her snow-white breasts, and the two rosy nipples atop them… so breathtakingly beautiful, so captivating, that it was impossible to resist!

Zhuang Zhou swiftly moved his lips behind her ear, brushing aside a stray strand of hair with his tongue to reveal her smooth, rounded earlobe. He opened his teeth and gently nibbled at it, his tongue licking and his hot breath softly entering her ear. Her nearly limp body, pressed beneath him, trembled alluringly. His hands, tightly embracing her slender waist, simultaneously caressed her smooth, toned abdomen. As his fingers glided over her shallow, rounded navel, he mischievously extended his index finger, probing inside and circling it, making her let out a long, soft moan. Her lower abdomen tightened, and her waist twisted involuntarily.

His lips continued to kiss and suckle her sweet little mouth, while his hands intensified their movements, quickly moving upwards from her slender waist and abdomen, simultaneously grasping her firm breasts with both hands. A feeling of fullness welled up within him; her snow-white, smooth breasts were so small they could barely be held in one hand, not particularly voluptuous but extremely firm and elastic, exactly the stalactite shape Zhuang Zhou loved. The breasts pulsated gently in his palms with her increasingly rapid breathing. Zhuang Zhou caressed and squeezed the two nipples with his palms, listening to the moans emanating from his beloved.

Then, his lips kissed down her soft neck, all the way to her breasts, alternating between the two mounds, intentionally or unintentionally ignoring the two rosy nipples yearning for moisture. This caused her to unconsciously arch her back and thrust her chest forward, her body forming an arch, the snow-white breasts adorned with the two rosy nipples appearing even more prominent, breathtakingly beautiful!

Unable to contain her emotions, the woman writhed, her jade-like hands aimlessly stroking Zhuang Zhou's back, or hanging limply at her sides. Her legs bent, her buttocks thrusting upwards, teasing and rubbing against Zhuang Zhou's erect penis pressed between her legs. Her cherry lips parted uncontrollably, emitting a soft, whimpering moan.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the light and shadows were hazy; a thin mist hung like gauze, all was silent; the moonlight was bright, the starry night gentle; the beauty was like jade, her delicate body lying prone—it was a perfect night for enjoying the flowers and the full moon together.

Suddenly, Zhuang Zhou withdrew his large hand from the woman's jade-like breasts, stood up, and scooped her up in his arms, letting her half-undone robe trail behind her. He crossed the winding bridge leading to the pavilion in the center of the lake, pulled back the gauze curtains hanging from the large bed in the center of the pavilion with one hand, and gently laid the nearly naked woman on the bed… “Bang!” A loud crash jolted Zhuang Zhou awake from his dream. The dreamlike palace and gardens before him vanished, and the once-real, alluring woman in his arms turned into a wisp of confused air. Darkness enveloped him, and Zhuang Zhou remained lying on the bed. In the darkness, a faint light emanated from the ancient painting on the opposite wall, as if the woman in the painting could still be seen smiling.

Zhuang Zhou listened for a moment; it was the newly moved-in couple upstairs arguing. Zhuang Zhou cursed the couple upstairs inwardly. Why did they have to disturb his sweet dreams at this hour? Otherwise, he and his beloved would have been embracing on that large bed, and he could foresee an even more enchanting scene and more alluring passion!

Zhuang Zhou rolled over and covered his ears, silently chanting, "Sleep quickly, sleep quickly," hoping the dream would return. This was quite effective; Zhuang Zhou soon drifted into a deep, gentle dream. However, the deeply longed-for sensual dream never returned. He slept soundly through the night, without a single dream—perhaps the most restful night's sleep he had had since adulthood!

Theft

Zhuang Zhou dragged his weary body home, turned on the light in his room without even taking off his clothes or shoes, and collapsed onto the bed. He had reluctantly agreed to entertain some business partners who were collaborating on his solo art exhibition, and wouldn't be home until 3 a.m.

Lying in bed with his eyes closed for a while, he finally came to his senses. Opening his eyes, he vaguely felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite place it. He just felt as if he had lost something important.

He looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The books on the bookshelf were still neatly arranged, untouched for a long time; some unfinished works lay scattered haphazardly on the desk; the unpainted walls were still pristine, white, flat, and empty… Wait! Something was missing! The painting, the ancient painting with the lady in it! It should have been hanging on the opposite wall, but now it was gone!

Zhuang Zhou, ignoring his exhaustion, jumped out of bed, his eyes darting around, trying to find any clues. Everything in the house was there, ruling out a burglary. Aside from that shady reason, Zhuang Zhou didn't think the ancient painting would attract anyone's covetousness. Its value should vary from person to person; otherwise, the price wouldn't have been so low when he bought it, and it wouldn't have hung there untouched for so long. Since things more valuable than the painting remained untouched, what reason could there be for it to disappear?

Zhuang Zhou sat blankly on the edge of the bed, racking his brains. A few days ago, he had gone out of town to discuss a commercial art exhibition, and his friend Zhou Mu had borrowed his house for a few days, claiming it was a rural vacation. Although Zhuang Zhou's apartment was somewhat remote, it was still within the city center, and he had teased Zhou Mu for having too much of a fantasy. Could it be that Zhou Mu took it? It seemed unlikely, because Zhou Mu had returned the house to him several days ago. Although he had been exhausted from work and hadn't had much time or energy for those erotic dreams, he habitually gazed at the ancient painting for a long time before falling asleep each night, and even glanced at it intently before leaving in the morning. This morning, nothing seemed amiss, meaning the painting had been lost during the day.

Zhuang Zhou was unsure whether to call the police. But after much thought, setting aside the painting's value, everything else in the house was intact. The police certainly wouldn't believe he'd actually lost anything, and even if they did file a report, it would likely be a perfunctory one. After all, to them and most people, it was just an ordinary ancient painting, perhaps even a fake. He couldn't bring himself to ask them to investigate thoroughly, and besides, he couldn't easily reveal the painting's importance to outsiders.

The next day, at the crack of dawn, Zhuang Zhou got up and went out. The security guards on duty at the apartment entrance looked at him strangely, not only because it was so early, but also because Zhuang Zhou looked haggard, his beard unkempt, and his eyes bloodshot. In fact, Zhuang Zhou hadn't slept a wink the night before, tossing and turning all night, and

finally decided to go back to that strange place to try his luck again, to see if the owner had any other similar ancient paintings for sale. As darkness gradually fell, and the last rays of the setting sun disappeared on the horizon, Zhuang Zhou finally slumped down in

a corner by the roadside. For the entire day, Zhuang Zhou waited at the old station, even buying dry bread and bottled water in advance for meals, not daring to leave for a moment, but he still didn't see the taxi driver who had taken him to the auction last time. He also asked passersby many times about that strange luxury villa, but no one could provide any useful clues, and several times he was almost mistaken for a mentally unstable person.

Exhausted and hungry, Zhuang Zhou continued to wait there. Even with a slim chance, he wouldn't give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope. Until the city lights flickered in the distance, the streetlights shone brightly, and the night fell silent, Zhuang Zhou finally gave up waiting and dragged his weary body home.

Three days passed like this, Zhuang Zhou steadfastly remaining there, not even going to his studio. Fortunately, he had been busy preparing for his upcoming art exhibition, and had already arranged and handled most of his work for the past month, so it didn't cause him too much trouble. But for three days, the taxi driver remained vanished without a trace, as if he had disappeared into thin air. Zhuang Zhou tried various methods to inquire about such a taxi driver, but to no avail, as if he had never existed in the city.

A month passed, and Zhuang Zhou finally gave up his futile waiting. He slowly emerged from the gloom of losing the ancient painting and threw himself back into his increasingly important solo exhibition, using his busy work to distract himself from the memory of that painting. In fact, recently Zhuang Zhou has been returning home late at night every day. After a quick hot shower, he falls into a deep sleep. Although he occasionally thinks of that ancient painting and the awe and allure of the woman in it, he ultimately succumbs to sleep and never returns to that intoxicating dream.

Zhuang

Zhou is currently facing some problems with the commercial art exhibition he's organizing. After much discussion, he still hasn't found a reasonable solution. He suddenly remembers his good friend Zhou Mu, who has successfully organized several commercial art exhibitions. Perhaps Zhou Mu has some experience in this area, and discussing some matters with him might be helpful. However, when he calls Zhou Mu's studio, the young woman there tells him that Zhou Mu hasn't been to the studio for a week. Only then does Zhuang Zhou realize that Zhou Mu hasn't visited him for a long time either. He usually comes two or three times a week. Even his parents and relatives haven't heard from him; his phone is off, and no one answers the phone at his residence.

Although Zhuang Zhou was generally lazy, Zhou Mu was one of his few friends, and he needed his help with something. Both personally and professionally, he felt he should visit Zhou Mu. So he went to Zhou Mu's house, but the door was locked, and the windows were tightly shut. No matter how much Zhuang Zhou shouted and pounded on the door, no one answered. Clearly, Zhou Mu wasn't home.

This was strange. While Zhou Mu often disappeared for short periods, it rarely lasted more than three days, and he always left a message beforehand. This disappearance for over a week without a word was highly unusual. Left with no other option, Zhuang Zhou finally called the police and notified Zhou Mu's parents. Suddenly, he had a very ominous premonition, fearing that something might have happened to Zhou Mu.

Ten minutes later, police cars arrived with sirens blaring. Several hours later, Zhou Mu's parents also arrived. The police opened the door to Zhou Mu's room and found it locked from the inside. It took a lot of effort to pry open the door, which was equipped with modern security devices. After a careful examination, the police found Zhou Mu's wallet, his house and studio keys, his cell phone, and what appeared to be his coat and pants that he had changed out of. All the items were on the table in the bedroom. The blankets on the bed were not folded, indicating that someone had been sleeping there. It was unclear when the person got up and casually threw the blankets aside, and it seemed that they hadn't moved them since. The security bars on the doors, windows, and balcony were in good condition, with no signs of forced entry. There were no signs of theft or struggle inside the house.

Furthermore, according to the apartment security guard who last saw Zhou Mu, he clearly remembered Zhou Mu returning to sleep the night before last. He was on duty listening to news of the European Championship when Zhou Mu, upon hearing of the Czech Republic's 0-1 defeat to Greece, excitedly shouted, "Greece, such a conservative team, can beat the Czech Republic! They're incredibly lucky..." After that, he never saw Zhou Mu come out again.

The security guard on duty the next day also confirmed that he hadn't seen Zhou Mu leave the apartment, as he was an admirer of Zhou Mu's work and always greeted him whenever he saw him... Moreover, judging from the situation at Zhou Mu's home, he indeed hadn't left the room. The police showed the security guard the clothes left by the bed, which confirmed they were indeed the clothes he wore the night before his disappearance. This means that Zhou Mu disappeared "at home"! And it seems to have been a mysterious disappearance! It's as if he vanished into thin air while lying in bed.

The other staff members in Zhou Mu's studio and the neighbors on both sides could not provide any clues. Only Zhuang Zhou suddenly remembered that a few nights before Zhou Mu disappeared, he seemed to have called. The voice was hesitant and unclear, as if he had some questions, but in the end, he stammered, laughed a few times, and hung up without saying anything.

Because it was already two or three in the morning, Zhuang Zhou was woken up from his sleep and naturally did not have much energy to pay attention and ask questions. Moreover, Zhou Mu had a history of such behavior, so he was not particularly surprised. Zhou Mu had always been this kind of person, liking to do things as he pleased and doing things his own way, which he called the personality that an artist should have! And this did not seem to provide any help to the police investigation. Zhou Mu's parents, who rushed from home, knew nothing and had no idea what had happened.

The police and Zhou Mu's parents also carefully checked Zhou Mu's house to see if anything unusual had been left behind, but they found nothing.

Zhuang Zhou inadvertently noticed that at the foot of Zhou Mu's bed, just like in his own home, hung a painting in the same spot where the stolen antique painting had originally hung. The painting was Zhou Mu's own work, seemingly one of his proudest pieces, meticulously framed with a large, thick frame that almost filled the entire wall opposite the foot of the bed. It was an abstract painting, or, as Zhou Mu insisted, an impressionistic work.

Although Zhuang Zhou and Zhou Mu were both painters and close friends, they didn't particularly appreciate each other's work. Zhou Mu had once lamented, "Though our paths diverge, we remain friends!" Now that Zhou Mu was gone, his words echoed in Zhuang Zhou's ears, and he felt a pang of sadness.

Zhou Mu's disappearance became a cold case, prompting the city government to establish a special task force to investigate this bizarre incident. This was partly because Zhou Mu was a fairly well-known painter in the city, but more importantly, the case itself had piqued the interest of criminal experts, who hoped to find out why Zhou Mu had vanished under such circumstances. In the end, more and more people joined the special task force, their roles became increasingly important, and their opinions and explanations became increasingly bizarre. However, none of the results were satisfactory, and even those who offered their opinions couldn't reconcile their own points. Ultimately, Zhou Mu's disappearance was listed as the top of the ten most unsolved mysteries in the country!

The police offered no results or explanations, and all the renowned experts were at a loss. In their extreme grief, Zhou Mu's parents reluctantly returned to their home. Because they lived far from Zhou Mu's residence and to avoid being reminded of him and causing further sorrow, they entrusted the key to Zhou Mu's apartment to Zhuang Zhou, asking him to look after it in case Zhou Mu ever returned…

Zhuang Zhou actually lived not too far from Zhou Mu's residence. They had only rarely visited each other before because they were too lazy to go out. However, Zhou Mu used to visit him often, which prevented him from feeling too lost in his loneliness and, at least greatly lessened the feeling of being deliberately forgotten by the world.

Looking back now, although Zhou Mu had many flaws, he was indeed a rare and invaluable friend. Now that Zhou Mu was gone, Zhuang Zhou felt it necessary to visit his room often, to clean and tidy it up for him. After all, Zhou Mu was only temporarily missing and could reappear at any time, just as mysteriously as when he left. Anyway, it wasn't far from where he lived, and it was his duty to fulfill his promise.

Half a year passed, and Zhou Mu still hadn't returned, nor had the police made any further progress. Perhaps influenced by Zhou Mu, Zhuang Zhou's life began to become more colorful. He started frequently appearing at social events, enjoying socializing with both familiar and unfamiliar friends and business partners, and often frequenting brothels and nightclubs. Under these circumstances, he had less and less time to create, but strangely, his works became even more popular. Therefore, Zhuang Zhou opened his heart and enjoyed this belated realization and belated happiness!

One night, Zhuang Zhou and his friends left a bar, slightly tipsy. It was late, and Zhuang Zhou wouldn't be able to sleep by the time he got back to his place. Luckily, it was relatively close to Zhou Mu's residence. Although Zhuang Zhou's apartment wasn't far from Zhou Mu's either, only a 40-minute drive, it would probably take more than an hour to get home from the bar. Besides, Zhuang Zhou had to catch a flight to Hong Kong at 6 AM the next day, and Zhou Mu's place was closer to the airport. Therefore, after a moment's thought, Zhuang Zhou, still a little groggy, decided to spend the night at Zhou Mu's place and catch the first flight the next morning.

Zhuang Zhou drove to Zhou Mu's apartment. Having been there many times before, the security guards recognized him, smiled, and nodded, letting him in. Zhuang Zhou took out his key and opened the door. It had been almost a week since he'd been there; he had indeed been quite busy lately. However, the room remained clean, though the air felt somewhat stuffy due to the lack of ventilation. Upon entering and turning on the light, Zhuang Zhou immediately opened the windows wide. A cool night breeze swept in, instantly refreshing his slightly tipsy mind and dispelling the last trace of intoxication.

In the quiet of the night, being too clear-headed didn't seem like a good thing; at least Zhuang Zhou felt listless and sleepless. The bathwater had only just been added to the tub and would take some time to fill. For now, he could only lean against the bed, head tilted back, eyes closed, trying to rest.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his head rested against the wall, he felt a sharp, throbbing pain in the back of his head. Turning his head, he realized that his head was resting right against the corner of Zhou Mu's enormous painting. The hardwood frame was sharply defined, with intricate carvings and patterns, giving it a very refined and antique feel. This seemed somewhat out of place with the abstract painting... Just as Zhuang Zhou thought this, everything suddenly went black. A dark cloud descended and crashed down on his head, slamming into him. With a "whoosh," it fell onto the bed and split in two.

Zhuang Zhou was startled by the impact, shook his head, and it took him a while to come to his senses. He blinked and realized that what had fallen onto the bed was the giant abstract painting that had been hanging on the wall. No wonder it was so heavy and had given his head a throbbing pain; he must have accidentally knocked it down when he turned his head. Not only was he unlucky, but he had also ruined his friend Zhou Mu's most prized work… Zhuang Zhou felt a pang of shame and quickly got up to pick up the two pieces of the frame, intending to put it back together. Fortunately, although it was broken into two pieces, the painting itself didn't seem to be damaged.

Suddenly, Zhuang Zhou's gaze froze, fixed blankly on one of the pieces of the frame. A painting, much smaller than the original, occupied only the center of the frame. Its yellowish hue suggested it was made of silk. Under the bright light, a lady in Tang Dynasty court attire appeared lifelike within the painting, her posture languid, her smile enchanting, gazing tenderly at Zhuang Zhou… Before him lay Zhuang Zhou's long-stolen ancient painting!

Zhuang Zhou was initially overjoyed, then saddened. The recovery of the painting filled him with elation, but the mysterious disappearance of his close friend and the reappearance of the stolen painting in his home seemed strangely connected. A peculiar thought flickered in Zhuang Zhou's mind, vanishing in an instant. Yet, a strange sense of dread washed over him. He didn't know what he was worried about, but in that instant, his entire being seemed to have touched something… Zhuang Zhou leaned back, his face pressed against the wall. The cold surface of the wall cleared his mind somewhat, allowing him to sort out his chaotic thoughts: without a doubt, Zhou Mu had taken the ancient painting. Perhaps he had copied the key when he borrowed the house and then taken it while Zhuang Zhou was away. The man was gone, and Zhuang Zhou didn't want to blame his friend. However, he couldn't help but wonder why Zhou Mu also coveted this painting. Did he also have the same dream as him? Given Zhou Mu's womanizing and promiscuity—to put it bluntly, his promiscuity—did he need to seek satisfaction in dreams? A

cool night breeze blew into the room from the window, gently ringing the bronze wind chimes hanging by the window, and also dispelling Zhuang Zhou's confused thoughts. It was late at night, and he had many things to deal with in the morning. Now he should take a hot bath, go to bed, and not think about anything. He should find the answers to everything in his dreams!

Zhuang Zhou got up, took a few steps, thought for a moment, then turned back, bent down and picked up the painting on the bed. However, he did not put the two pieces of the painting back together. He simply hung the side with the ancient painting back on the wall, and casually placed the other side on the desk. After examining it for a few more moments, he walked towards the bathroom with satisfaction.

After taking a

bath, Zhuang Zhou set an alarm clock. He wouldn't get much sleep anyway; he'd have to get up and leave in about two hours. But waiting would feel incredibly long if he didn't sleep. Once everything was mostly ready, Zhuang Zhou turned off the light and lay down on Zhou Mu's bed, bored. The bed hadn't been slept in for a long time, and although Zhuang Zhou had been making time to clean and tidy it, there was still a faint odor, probably from dampness. So Zhuang Zhou tossed and turned for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Out of sheer

boredom, he turned on the light. As soon as he looked up, he saw the ancient painting he had recovered, hanging on the opposite wall. The woman in the painting was smiling, her face radiant, her robes fluttering. "A charming smile, bright and alluring eyes"—these two timeless verses echoed in Zhuang Zhou's mind. Gazing at the woman in the painting, captivated by the extreme tenderness and allure in her eyes, he was once again deeply intoxicated. The joy of regaining what was lost, of reliving a past dream, made him unable to control himself, his heart fluttering.

"What a sweet and enchanting woman! Such grace, such a smile! All the experiences from my dreams are vivid in my mind. If only I could truly dream of Gaotang with such a woman, of love and passion... Ah..." Zhuang Zhou thought to himself, unable to contain his emotions, as he rose from the bed, gently took down the painting, and embraced it, placing the smiling face of the girl in the painting against his burning chest. He lingered there for a while before lying back down, turning off the bedside lamp. Slightly intoxicated, with mixed feelings, he quickly fell asleep, seeking the most intense and blissful state of being in his deep, sweet dreams.

The woman in the painting did not disappoint Zhuang Zhou; fortune smiled upon him once more. This time, the woman in the painting was bathing in a clear lake. Zhuang Zhou, stunned, walked towards the path leading to the lake, almost struggling to move, unable to believe that the beautiful scene before him was truly real. The entire lake was situated in the middle of a densely wooded mountain area. The deep blue water remained crystal clear, reflecting the soft light of the morning sun filtering through the treetops, shimmering and sparkling. A thin mist hung over the lake, obscuring distant views in the misty haze, giving it an endless sense of vastness. The winding path stretched one end into the depths of the misty forest, and the other led to the secluded and profound lakeshore, like a path to paradise.

The clear, azure water gently rippled across Zhuang Zhou's heart, stirring waves of emotion. Reaching it felt like touching the pinnacle of a beautiful dream! Zhuangzi immediately decided in his heart to name it Dream Lake, a name that belonged exclusively to him and the beauty in the water. Dream Lake, oh, a perfect rebirth of life! A gentle breeze blew from Dream Lake, caressing Zhuangzi's face. Kissed by the soft sunlight, his mind was exceptionally light and refreshed. The mountains and forests were pleasant, the lake's gentle ripples were intoxicating, but the beauty in the water was even more alluring!

Her body, beautiful as a celestial being, rippled in the lake, appearing and disappearing. Her slender arms gently dipped into the water, creating a deep whirlpool. The whirlpool swirled, spreading outwards in circles, gradually receding into the distance, finally disappearing into the vast expanse of blue water.

Zhuang Zhou stood on the shore, unable to resist bending down to scoop up a handful of cool lake water and splash it on his face. Then he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the glistening drops of water condense into tiny beads, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his lips. The lake water was slightly salty, yet had a refreshing sweetness. A gentle breeze ruffled his

hair, and soft sunlight shone through the thin lake mist onto his face—it was utterly pleasant. Zhuang Zhou was suddenly struck by a sense of wonder at the passage of time. A soft, shy, and laughing moan roused him from his reverie, reminding him that something even more beautiful awaited him. Looking down and opening his eyes, he caught sight of a small red-tailed carp, its tail swaying gently, tracing a graceful arc across the woman's breasts. At that moment, the woman's face was flushed, her starry eyes gazing at the fish leaping from the lake, her hands cupping her chest, a look of shy reproach on her face.

In this scene, it's easy to imagine the playful little fish that had just been teasing and splashing around the woman's breasts, even stealing kisses as it swam over her sacred peaks. Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou could no longer restrain himself. Without even tearing off his clothes, he plunged into the lake and swam towards her.

The stunningly beautiful woman, her long, flowing black hair dancing in the wind, stood quietly in the center of the lake, her clear, black eyes gazing at him with deep affection. The mist on the lake's surface gradually dissipated under the sunlight, allowing Zhuang Zhou an increasingly clear view of her peerless beauty and to feel her gentle, tender affection.

Zhuang Zhou slowly swam to her side, standing obediently with his arms at his sides, afraid to make any movement, lest he shatter the most precious perfection in the world, and that the woman before him would drift away with the wind. He wished to remain asleep in this beautiful dream forever.

Her breathtaking beauty radiated a dazzling brilliance. Her soft breasts rose and fell gently, rippling like waves on water; her nostrils flared slightly, releasing a faint, delicate fragrance. Strands of hair danced in the swirling mist, like a goddess of the Xiang and Luo rivers, seemingly ready to ride the wind away.

Zhuang Zhou was completely captivated, gazing at every subtle change in her exquisite face, every inch of her alluring skin, recalling the words from the ancient Book of Songs: "The one I long for is on the other side of the water, I search for her endlessly..." Suddenly, he found himself holding her tightly in his arms. Her soft, fragrant body trembled, nestling against him, her slender hands passionately wrapping around his waist, welcoming his embrace!

His beautiful body nestled in his arms, its fragrance filling his nostrils. Zhuang Zhou was instantly captivated. The waters of Dream Lake continued to flow beside them, yet time seemed to stand still. It was as if only the two of them existed in the world before them. The next moment, Zhuang Zhou's lips met hers, their kiss entwined. After a long while, their lips parted, and she breathed softly from her fragrant mouth, her small, delicate tongue licking her slightly parted lips. Her eyes, filled with tender affection, shy yet seemingly helpless, brimming with a poignant and beautiful sorrow, gazed deeply at Zhuang Zhou, as clear and profound as the lake water beneath them!

In his daze, she gracefully turned, her smooth, naked body sliding into the water, creating ripples on the calm surface before disappearing beneath the surface. Zhuang Zhou felt his mouth go dry, and he looked around anxiously, searching for her. The lake water, though clear, was a deep blue. The woman, like a mermaid from the deep sea, seemed to merge with the dreamlike lake, leaving Zhuang Zhou, like a dazed bird, waiting and watching.

A light mist shrouded the lake, its surface as smooth as a mirror, all around serene and shrouded in a hazy rain. "Splash!" In his anxious wait, Zhuang Zhou was even about to dive into the water to search for his beloved when suddenly the lake rippled, and a pair of hands rose gracefully. Their interlaced fingers transformed into white lotus blossoms, elegantly unfurling from the pure lake water, slowly blooming, dazzlingly beautiful! The slender, long fingers, as translucent as ice sculptures, displayed the lotus's bloom to Zhuang Zhou, their sole audience, in the most magnificent posture, just like the blissful dream he was experiencing at that moment. Those hands, beautiful beyond description, revealed delicate, almost translucent, white skin beneath which, like lotus veins, fine blue veins meandered and extended. Bathed in the soft sunlight, they radiated a sacred glow, brimming with a strangely alluring vitality.

In an instant, like the rising sun, the woman's slender, graceful arms emerged completely from the water, displaying their beauty before Zhuang Zhou's eyes: her fair, jade-like skin was so delicate and smooth that even a tiny drop of water could not linger for long, shimmering with a bright luster. With each movement of her fingers, she danced lightly above the lake, like a willow swaying in the wind, graceful and charming!

Then, another gentle ripple spread across the lake, and a beautiful head emerged from the water, rising slowly, pure and beautiful like a lotus flower emerging from the water. Her flowing, silky hair, washed by the clean, clear lake water, appeared even blacker and shinier, gleaming brightly. And in the rippling clear water, the breathtakingly beautiful naked woman once again came into his view, floating and sinking in the dream lake, appearing and disappearing, exuding endless allure!

A silvery laugh rang out from her mouth in the water, her joyful face offering Zhuang Zhou a captivating and meaningful smile, brimming with a high degree of provocation. Her previously sorrowful and melancholic eyes now overflowed with unbridled wildness, desire, and anticipation.

Zhuang Zhou's head began to burn uncontrollably, his lust surging rapidly. With a leap, he plunged into the water, swimming towards her location, guided by the direction he had chosen before entering the water.

The lake water was crystal clear. Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes underwater. The cool water rushed into his eyes, and after a brief, slight sting, his eyes quickly adjusted to the water pressure. A deep blue world appeared before him, so clear that even the body of the woman submerged in the water not far away was vividly imprinted in his vision. A surge of joy swept through Zhuang Zhou, and he swam faster towards her. In no time, her exquisitely beautiful, naked body was within reach.

As the saying goes, "A beauty seen under lamplight is even more alluring." Little did they know that viewing flowers in the water offered a completely different kind of scenery: the pure white and delicate breasts, piled high like snowflakes and jade, round like two snowballs, swayed gently with the ripples, as if about to melt in the water; adorned with two bright red dots, like red plum blossoms standing proudly, blooming alone, waiting for a destined person to capture their fragrance; gliding down the snow-capped peaks, browsing the plains, a shallow, round dimple appeared, subtly opening and closing, playfully swallowing and spitting out the lake's gentle ripples; reluctant to leave, a secluded valley paradise was discovered, with fragrant grasses like orchids, and ripples on the water gently swaying, revealing pink jade shells hidden deep within the grass, opening and closing slightly like fish sucking in water, silently issuing a strong call of longing! A pair of slender, long jade legs swayed up and down like a mermaid's tail, splashing water droplets. Her delicate, rosy feet, immersed in the lake water, possessed a breathtaking allure. With each movement of her legs, the valley between her legs surged with subtle waves, unconsciously exuding a seductive charm… Such beauty was more than just a touch of allure.

Zhuang Zhou's hands, as if completely out of control, spontaneously wrapped around her slender waist, his palms greedily kneading her waist, abdomen, and buttocks. Her legs stretched out, parting the water to maintain her balance, while his large mouth lingered, lingering in the valley hidden by lush grass, kissing and licking the tender pink walls of her vulva.

The water surged, and the woman, unable to withstand Zhuang Zhou's indiscriminate use of mouth and hands, tensed and straightened her long jade legs, unable to easily and comfortably tread the water. Her body swayed a few times, and as if drowning, she submerged herself back into the lake.

Zhuang Zhou, as if delighted, moved his large hands up and swiftly seized the high, firm breasts of the woman's snow-white bosom. His mouth followed suit, capturing her sweet, fragrant lips in a kiss, greedily sucking in her sweet saliva. He also took the opportunity to draw in some fresh air; after holding his breath underwater for so long, the woman's lips were undoubtedly a lifeline.

They struggled in the water for a long time until the air in her mouth ran out, and both felt short of breath. Only then did they reluctantly surface, their lips parting to breathe in the fresh lake air. Even at this moment, their bodies remained intertwined, unwilling to separate for even a moment.

The two swam entwined to the shallow water near the shore. Zhuang Zhou, his breathing finally calming, was captivated by the undulating waves of her breasts caused by her heavy breathing. His hands immediately began to caress them, launching an assault on those snow-white, lovely breasts. Under his relentless teasing, the woman's entire body went limp in his arms. Her gaze sharpened, she bit her lip, and let out a soft, seductive moan. Her arms wrapped tightly around her lover's neck, and she offered her fragrant, soft lips.

Zhuang Zhou, of course, wouldn't refuse such a delicious treat. He gently kissed her warm, moist lips, his passion surging like a tide. His eyes blazed with a love that captivated her. He nibbled at her lips, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, especially her smooth, delicious lower lip, which he couldn't resist, lingering there. The intoxicating sweetness gradually spread from her lips, flowing into his mouth through their intertwined tongues, spreading throughout his heart, rippling outwards in concentric circles.

Subconsciously, Zhuang Zhou's hand also unceremoniously invaded the private garden hidden by the lush grass, accidentally knocking off the crystal dew that had condensed on it, dripping onto the back of his hand and palm, the refreshing coolness and intoxicating fragrance making his movements unconsciously gentle. His large, warm palms gently caressed her soft, smooth belly, his long, nimble fingers reaching out to gently rub the soft, curled, delicate, silky pubic hairs. They lingered there for a long time before reluctantly moving on, then following the soft, slightly protruding pink labia, teasing, squeezing, even parting the tightly closed lips to enter the nectar-filled path… As his fingers penetrated deeper, Zhuang Zhou felt the space in the valley becoming increasingly narrow and constricted. The soft, wrinkled flesh walls completely surrounded and squeezed his invading fingers, constantly releasing fragrant nectar in an attempt to stick and resist his intrusion. But this only opened the door wider for the intruder. Zhuang Zhou's interest soared, and he bravely crawled through the increasingly muddy path, not caring whether he was being lured deeper into a trap. Instead of retreating, he advanced, increasing his speed and pushing forward with all his might.

After months of a life of revelry, Zhuang Zhou could be considered a seasoned veteran of the pleasures of the world. He knew that the woman in his arms was now fully aroused by his passion, and he was not about to miss the opportunity to press his advantage. His fingers, penetrating deeper and deeper, moved back and forth, gently rubbing against her increasingly slippery flower path. When they reached the gradually blooming flower core deep inside, he stopped, his fingertips pressing against the most sensitive and delicate bud at the core. With a slight force of his wrist, he rotated and stirred, feeling the soft and slippery sensation of the flower core being swallowed and released, and experiencing the intoxicating tightness of the fleshy walls sucking on the flower path!

The next moment, Zhuang Zhou swiftly withdrew his wildly roaming fingers, pulling out strands of glistening, sticky thread. Unsurprisingly, he heard the woman's wistful, slightly disappointed moan. He caressed her empty, unconsciously clenched and rubbed jade-like legs, his caresses wandering over her tender red soles, rounded ankles, soft calves, smooth thighs, plump buttocks, slender waist, smooth back, and bare shoulders… occasionally circling around to her high, firm, snow-white breasts… Under his all-encompassing caresses and teasing, the woman in his arms became hot and burning, as if even the lake water flowing around them was about to boil uncontrollably. The thin mist thickened, and strangely, the woman's face became even clearer, every detail revealed. Her fair cheeks were flushed, and her delicate nose seemed to be adorned with a few drops of crimson. With each nasal flutter, her gentle breaths turned rapid, and her taut body became as soft as cotton. The waves of ecstatic stimulation that spread from her flesh to her entire heart could no longer remain in her heart, surging forth like a flood. However, because her cherry-like mouth had been occupied by Zhuang Zhou's hateful big mouth for so long, it was forcibly stuck deep in her throat, turning into muffled moans... Perhaps unwilling to bury her soft moans, Zhuang Zhou released her red lips that he had possessed and ravaged, listening to her uncontrollable cries. He kissed his way down, his big mouth moving to her snow-white breasts, sucking and licking her tender red nipples. Her mouth and nose were filled with the fragrance of orchids, easily igniting his desire. While kissing and teasing her tender breasts, he parted her slender legs with both hands, letting them clamp around his waist and back, supporting her upturned buttocks. He strode up to the bank, and before he could even lay her down on the grass, he swiftly stripped off his own clothes. Following the momentum of her being lowered, he arched his back and lay down, his lustful body pressing against her soft flesh. With his hot, hard male desire, he thrust in alone, parting her shyly closed legs, directly rubbing against her private garden.

The tip of his erect male desire was slippery and wet, indicating that her garden was already overflowing with spring water, indistinguishable as whether it was lake water or a clear spring overflowing from the depths of the valley. At this moment, Zhuang Zhou naturally had no time to care about such things. The walls of her valley, rubbing against his jade stem, were spontaneously sucking at the canopy of his penis, as if urging him to thrust forward quickly and enter the flower path.

Feeling the woman's body writhing and entwining beneath him, and hearing her seductive moans and gasps, Zhuang Zhou was no longer the naive young man he once was. He knew that she was deeply aroused and burning with desire, craving his touch and fulfillment. Having recently experienced the pleasures of love, he would not disappoint her eager invitation. He immediately bent one leg, pressed his knee into the center of her already unknowingly open thigh, and with his erect penis, he aimed and thrust his hips forward, his hot, thick penis entering her wet and sticky flower path.

Suddenly, she let out a long, plaintive moan. Her previously twisting and curled body straightened abruptly, her legs tensing before relaxing again. Her body trembled slightly, as if struck by lightning. Her previously helpless hands tightly embraced Zhuang Zhou's waist, leaving red marks on his back, before falling limply to her sides. Moments later, they convulsively gripped the lush green spring grass on the lakeshore, her legs instinctively parting to cooperate with Zhuang Zhou's movements, yearning for more fullness and... Satisfied… his erect male desire surged forward, his jade stem feeling the tight embrace of the two labia of the woman's vulva. Compared to the teasing touch of his fingers earlier, the stimulation now was far greater. In this most intimate contact, the two labia of the woman's vulva became extremely engorged and red, trembling and contracting incessantly. More slippery and greasy nectar flowed from the flower path, allowing Zhuang Zhou's thick jade stem to easily pry open the labia guarding the woman's chastity and thrust deeper into the valley. In no time, he felt his swollen jade stem being tightly gripped by a layer of tender flesh, the round canopy at the tip of his jade stem being gently sucked. It seemed that there was an inexplicable suction force deep within the flower path, strongly enticing Zhuang Zhou to thrust his jade stem in with all his might.

Feeling refreshed and ecstatic, Zhuang Zhou's desire intensified. Without hesitation, he thrust his erect penis deep into the depths of her garden. Instantly, an indescribable pleasure surged from his lower body, spreading rapidly throughout his entire being, stimulating him to the point of ecstasy. His hands frantically kneaded her swollen breasts, shaping them to his liking. His lower body thrust incessantly, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing across the tranquil lakeside, lingering for a long time.

As he thrust more and more violently, the woman beneath him involuntarily parted her cherry lips, emitting a plaintive moan. Her small hands haphazardly gripped and released his waist and back, her body twisting and turning. In no time, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily. To Zhuang Zhou, this sounded like a uniquely intoxicating and cloying pleasure, making him feel as if he had been given an engine. He accelerated his thrusting, using all his strength to pump and thrust rapidly, penetrating and pounding, striving to send the woman beneath him into wave after wave of pleasure.

"Ah...oh...oral...ooh—!" The woman finally succumbed to Zhuang Zhou's fierce advances. A series of indistinct moans escaped her throat, her cherry lips pressed tightly together for a moment, then suddenly parted, releasing a short, high-pitched groan. Her starry eyes were closed, her delicate brows furrowed, her head tilted back with all her might, swaying from side to side. Her long black hair flew about, and her flushed cheeks were glistening with sweat, her expression a mixture of pleasure, satisfaction, and a touch of pain. Her feet pulled back, her calves curled up, her plump, upturned buttocks rubbing against the soft, green grass of her breasts, an unbearable tingling sensation causing her to thrust upwards with all her might. Deep within her garden, the flower buds bloomed, petals mingling with abundant nectar surrounding and tightly enveloping Zhuang Zhou's burning jade stem… Zhuang Zhou felt himself being overwhelmed by this boundless wave of pleasure, his hips thrusting rapidly… After a few dozen thrusts, he let out a low growl, then pounced on her delicate body, kissing her lips as she gasped and moaned. He lifted his hips, pressing his erection deeper into her, driving his burgeoning manhood even further, relentlessly thrusting into her fully opened flower core, causing intermittent tremors…

A startled alarm clock rang out, jolting Zhuang Zhou awake. He reflexively jumped out of bed, a jolt running through his body, his spine tingling, his legs trembling. Unable to restrain himself any longer, his pent-up desire erupted like a tidal wave… In the midst of this blissful pleasure, he suddenly remembered his most treasured ancient painting: it had been pressed against his chest as he slept, but this recent ordeal had caused him to have a wet dream, and now… Oh no! He'd definitely ejaculated on it, defiling this sacred object!

He was wide awake now, ignoring his inexplicable weakness and exhaustion. He forced himself to sit up against the headboard, quickly turning on the bedside lamp. The first thing he saw was a reflection in the large mirror at the foot of the bed: a figure in a state of blissful ecstasy, as if abruptly interrupted from a state of blissful abandon! The pale, sickly complexion tinged with an unsettling flush was truly eerie. Without time to think, he eagerly examined the alluring antique painting under the light, checking for any damage.

In the bright yet soft light, a glance revealed a mixture of pity and embarrassment; his frustration was overwhelming.

Just as he had predicted, the precious ancient painting, once pristine and meticulously cared for by its owner, was now covered in splatters, almost completely splattered across the entire surface. (Huh? When did his reproductive function become so strong? No wonder he's still feeling dizzy and weak in the legs!) "Ah! What should I do? Such a divine object cannot be allowed to suffer even the slightest damage! What a waste!"

Just as he was feeling dejected, he suddenly noticed that the previously hazy background was gradually becoming clearer, revealing a group of men in different clothes but with the same expression! Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the men's clothing appeared to be from different eras, including both ancient and modern styles, and even the currently fashionable denim... "The painter's skill is superb, but the concept and composition are not very sophisticated! Such a combination is quite incongruous; no wonder he usually hides it away from the public."

Although extremely anxious, due to professional habits, Zhuang Zhou subconsciously used his professional eye to scrutinize the ancient painter's skill level. Heh, at least you have some self-awareness! Hmm...? Judging from the silk of this painting, it must be quite old, and experts have identified it as a Tang Dynasty piece. How could the painter know and accurately depict modern clothing? Moreover, the man in the denim outfit looks so familiar...? Zhuang Zhou wondered to himself, while carefully examining the man in the denim outfit in the painting.

Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on Zhuang Zhou's body. His hair stood on end, and a chill ran down his back. He tried to move, but found his whole body stiff and unable to move. He tried to scream, but no sound came out.

The feeling was like being trapped in a nightmare. Due to excessive fear, his breathing became irregular, and he felt a pressing, squeezing pain in his chest. Sweat streamed down his forehead. His blank, lifeless eyes shone with a dazed horror as he stared unfocused at the scene before him, which was now completely dark.

The night was silent, and his cold heart was silent in the darkness. In the darkness, he seemed to hear his heartbeat quickening, each pounding against the walls of his heart and lungs, like a startled deer that had broken free of its leash, pounding incessantly within him, as if it were about to burst out of his chest. After a long while,

Zhuang Zhou's body and mind began to feel a little warmth, and a few slivers of light vaguely appeared in his eyelids. Finally, he could breathe again, inhaling the precious air once more. His throat was still choked, unable to speak, but his mind had finally regained its normal function!

The alluring smile of the lady in the ancient painting now appeared mysterious and sinister in Zhuang Zhou's eyes. His head still couldn't turn away from the picture naturally, but his gaze shifted involuntarily, finally settling on the man closest to him, the one furthest in the background. Cold sweat broke out on his face, spreading throughout his body, soaking his skin and even the sheets beneath him… But Zhuang Zhou couldn't care less about that now.

His eyes were fixed on one place, on a person in the background behind the girl, one of the men in that group! The man in the jeans! A face he knew very well! Although it wasn't the expression he was used to seeing, that look of someone intoxicated by extreme pleasure, a look of frenzied indulgence! Just like the unfulfilled longing he felt upon waking from his spring dream! Just like all the men in the background of the ancient painting! Even so, he could still clearly recognize this familiar face. This unchanging outline already etched in his mind!

That face belonged to his dearest friend who had mysteriously disappeared three years ago, the renowned painter who had baffled police departments and criminal experts across the province and even the country, the mastermind behind a case that topped the list of the nation's ten most sensational unsolved mysteries!

He!

It

was...it was...

it could be... it

was Zhou Mu

! It was Zhou Mu!

It was none other than the long-deceased Zhou Mu!

Conclusion

This is merely a fictional story, perhaps somewhat mystical, perhaps even terrifying! Although it revolves around an ancient painting, it ultimately leaves behind only a fleeting dream, prompting reflection.

Some might ask, "Why, throughout the ages, was only Zhuangzi able to discover the secret within the painting? Since almost everyone else was doing the same thing, it's possible they could have discovered the same secret as well!"

My answer is: Perhaps only Zhuangzi was awakened in the middle of the night from a blissful dream; perhaps only Zhuangzi fell asleep embracing the ancient painting, and coincidentally, at the moment of pent-up desire, sprang up, splashing his semen onto the painting; or perhaps others had done the same thing, only then the key to unlocking the mystery might have been different! Therefore, Zhuangzi was able to uncover this secret simply because he did the right thing at the right time! After all, this is just a story; coincidences are essential to a story, and readers should allow Zhuangzi such coincidences!

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