Spring Dream [Full Text]

As the sun sets, fiery clouds blanket the sky, a vibrant, almost otherworldly red.

Ancient trees, their dense branches casting long shadows, shield the forest from the scorching summer heat, making the forest's inhabitants feel less oppressed. Moreover, a cool, flowing stream, like a jade ribbon, meanders through the forest, bringing vitality and coolness to the otherwise stifling woods.

Deep within the forest, a vast expanse of lush green meadow, with its beautiful wildflowers, fluttering butterflies, and crystal-clear water, resembles a paradise on earth.

On the meadow, two figures stand facing each other, one holding a precious sword inlaid with jade.

The hilt is inlaid with purple-gold soul-severing jade, the blade is made of South Sea steel capable of cutting through iron like mud, and the sword itself is the infamous, ruthless soul-severing blade.

Anyone familiar with the martial world would instantly recognize the swordsman, for he is none other than Leng Hanyun, the ruthless young master who has risen to prominence in the martial arts world in recent years.

Since his debut six years ago at the tender age of eighteen, Han Yun has been constantly creating legends, his stories resounding throughout the martial arts world.

It is said that he is called the "Ruthless Young Master" because his swordsmanship is ruthless and his swordsmanship is sharp and cruel; he is even more ruthless in person, traveling the world as he pleases, never stopping for anyone. Even the alluring witch Liu Can'er, despite her best efforts, couldn't persuade him to join her demonic sect. The chivalrous heroine Wan Qingrong, a peerless beauty, spent half a month with him, yet still returned heartbroken. Such examples are countless.

At the same time, he is also a generous and never stingy person, willing to go to great lengths for his friends. Years ago, to help his friend Hu Jingzhi, he exhausted his family fortune and even broke his own rule to defend Jingzhi Village for fifteen days without sleep, ultimately annihilating the enemy. Due to the exhaustion from this battle, he remained unconscious for three days afterward.

He was still a charming but not lewd gentleman. He and Liu Wanqing, the chivalrous heroine of Qingshan, were close friends. In a fierce battle, although they defeated a powerful enemy, they were both wounded. In a deserted valley, they spent three days and two nights healing each other with their qi. When they returned to the martial world, Wanqing's virginity mark was still vividly bright.

However, the person opposite Leng Hanyun at this moment was an unknown woman. Unless you were extremely well-informed, you would never recognize her.

Because she was only famous within her own family. She was Chu Yu's precious daughter, Chu Qianrou, the eldest daughter of Chu Yu Manor, the head of the four great manors of the martial world. She was the most beloved treasure of everyone in the manor, a delicate and quiet young lady. She was beautiful, with a delicate beauty that evoked pity in everyone, like Daiyu.

Even the ordinary servants of Chu Yu Manor knew martial arts, but this eldest daughter, Chu Qianrou, was unable to learn martial arts due to her congenitally weak constitution. When she was born, she often hovered on the brink of death.

To save her, the master of Chuyu Manor spared no effort. Finally, he moved Bai Ziren, the Ghost Doctor, renowned throughout the martial arts world for his medical skills and eccentric temperament, who agreed to give his help. Unexpectedly, upon first seeing Qianrou, the seemingly heartless Ghost Doctor was moved with compassion and decided to adopt her as his goddaughter. To help her recover from her delicate constitution, he declared he would retire from the martial arts world and remain at Chuyu Manor, showering his beloved goddaughter with affection.

Even with the Ghost Doctor's care for her for over a decade, Qianrou was still unable to learn martial arts. Therefore, her father and brothers protected her fiercely, keeping her hidden deep within the manor and preventing her from entering the martial arts world. Our precious Qianrou had no desire for the turbulent martial arts world. She only had a deep interest in flowers, plants, and animals. If it weren't for the strange and wondrous snakes and beasts she kept, she would undoubtedly be a refined and virtuous young lady, well-educated, gentle, and gentle.

Everyone in the manor cherished her and was willing to go through fire and water for her.

Suddenly, something even more astonishing happened. The usually ruthless yet gentle and refined young master, who was indifferent to women, actually swung his knife at the completely unskilled Qianrou… The knife rose like the wind, swift as lightning, scattering leaves in a flurry. In an instant, the blade's light faded… Qianrou felt a chill run through her body. She looked down and… immediately felt dizzy and almost lost her balance. Her clothes were completely torn to shreds, scattered on the ground. She reflexively covered her chest, shielding her exposed skin.

“You, you, how could you…!! You are the renowned Ruthless Young Master of the martial world! How could you do this?!” The fiery sunset suddenly focused on Qianrou's face. She angrily rebuked Han Yun, yet even so, her words remained soft and beautiful.

Han Yun smiled faintly, "Why not? We're not strangers, we've known each other for a long time."

Her face grew increasingly red, making Qian Rou almost speechless. She stammered, "Know...know...how long have we known each other...but...but...you can't take...take off my clothes...!"

"Did I take them off? Did you see my hand touch your clothes?" Han Yun's face became extremely serious.

"Whether I used my hand or not, it's also...it's also because I saw my, my, my..." Qian Rou hurriedly tried to explain, but in the end, she was too embarrassed to say anything more.

"You were the one who didn't believe my swordsmanship could be harmless, you were the one who thought my swordsmanship was too cruel. I'm just proving it to you."

"I didn't ask you to prove it like that!!"

"Don't worry, my swordsmanship is excellent, I will never hurt you in the slightest, I swear." Han Yun raised his right hand. "

Brother Leng, no, you don't need to swear, that's not what I'm worried about!" Qian Rou hurriedly stopped him.

"Then what are you worried about? Worried I'll hurt you?" Young Master Hanyun paused, his tone suddenly becoming unusually gentle. "Although I drew my sword to prove my skills, the reason I chose this method is because I wanted to see, I've always wanted to see you..."

"You, you... how could you do this?" Qianrou glared at Hanyun fiercely, but a sweet feeling welled up in her heart because of his gentle tone.

"You should know that when a man is with someone he likes, it's natural to want to know more when feelings run deep. What's wrong with wanting to see you naked?" Hanyun looked at Qianrou, speaking nonsense with a straight face.

"You..." Qianrou's originally white neck turned a light pink. She stood there helplessly, head down, no longer daring to look at Hanyun. Her arms, which were wrapped around her chest, trembled slightly, and her long, beautiful legs were tightly closed, which only accentuated the beauty of her feminine curves.

"How embarrassing..." Qianrou said, making a move to turn around.

"Don't turn around, let me take a good look at you!"

Her body, as white as jade, and her waist-length hair reflected a holy glow in the sunlight.

Her arms, though outstretched, couldn't conceal her playful chest, which revealed half a circle, forming a beautiful arc. Han Yun felt as if it were beckoning and smiling at him. Her slender waist, just like her name, was so delicate that one almost doubted it would break with the slightest force. A graceful inverted triangle, a mysterious black forest, soft, drooping curls, long legs, and jade-like feet arched in a beautiful curve. Every part of her seemed to be a gift from God, making Han Yun unable to look away for a moment.

"No, don't look anymore! Han Yun, please, don't look." Her delicate body trembled slightly.

No matter what, he couldn't bear to see the beauty sad, so Han Yun reluctantly said, "Alright then. I'll let you turn around, but you have to turn slowly."

As Qianrou turned, her waist-length hair naturally flowed up, and when she stood still, it shone like black satin, the silky strands of hair falling back onto her shoulders. Han Yun wished time could stand still; he truly wanted to capture this moment forever!

"So beautiful!" Han Yun couldn't help but exclaim. "You're absolutely mesmerizing."

All the strands of hair returned to their original positions, and Han Yun finally exhaled, lowering his gaze. However, he immediately realized he had made a mistake. A slender waist, a round and pert bottom, long and flawlessly white legs formed a beautifully curved gourd. Looking further down, there were small, round, and white ankles… Everything made Han Yun's groin feel unusually hot and swollen, his physical desire almost driving him mad. He felt as if a wild beast was frantically trying to break free of his rational restraints.

He gasped, "Turn back!" he blurted out in a fit of rage.

What was wrong with the usually calm and ruthless young master today? Surprised, he subconsciously complied, and Qianrou immediately turned back.

Han Yun secretly circulated his inner energy to suppress his burning desire. From the front, although equally beautiful, the sense of purity could somewhat restrain his wildness. However, the scene from just now kept flashing in his mind, that beautiful curve constantly assaulting his self-control. Finally, an uncontrollable thought formed.

Han Yun began walking towards Qian Rou.

"No, no, don't come any closer!" Qian Rou cried, backing away in fear.

Seeing Qian Rou so terrified, like a lamb to the slaughter, Han Yun suddenly felt like laughing.

"Am I really that scary, my darling Qian Rou? I just want to take a good look at you. I won't hurt you. Be good, don't back away anymore, baby. There's a big rock behind you; be careful you don't get hurt. I don't want you to be even slightly injured." Then, Han Yun remembered his own thoughts and added in his mind, "That's a natural part of life; it doesn't count as hurting you."

Qian Rou felt caught in a dilemma. Should she really stand still? Watching Han Yun approach step by step, she couldn't help but back away, step by step. Suddenly, her ankle felt like it had bumped into something hard and cold. Startled, she dared not back away any further.

Soon, they were almost touching.

"Don't be afraid, Rou Rou." Han Yun gently reached out and lightly touched Qian Rou's face. The silky touch was so soft, so tender it was heart-stirring.

"My Rou Rou, you are mine." His gentle tone was almost hypnotic, but his firm and sincere gaze made a clear declaration.

Qian Rou was like a frightened little rabbit, her eyes full of questions, searching Han Yun's face.

Why? Why me? Why did this happen to me? Could it be, is it possible, that you like me too?

When Qian Rou's gaze fell on Han Yun's right ear, which was hidden by his hair, her heart skipped a beat. Han Yun wore a beast tooth-shaped earring on his right ear, the same one as the pendant on the necklace Qian Rou wore.

Those were the spiritual fangs that Qian Rou's pet, the Rainbow Cloud Green Ring Serpent, had shed when it reached its thousandth year. These serpent fangs were very peculiar; once they reached a thousand years old, they not only lost their venom but also became a sacred antidote. And every time this happened, the serpent would automatically shed its fangs. When a spirit serpent encounters a master willing to entrust their life to it, it will offer up its pair of salvaged spirit fangs, capable of curing all poisons.

Three years ago, to cure Han Yun of the most potent poison in the martial world, Qian Rou exhausted the detoxifying power of one of the spirit fangs. Afterwards, Qian Rou wanted Han Yun to carry the other spirit fang for self-defense and to save his life, but Han Yun refused, insisting that Qian Rou keep it herself just in case. He kept the ineffective fang as a keepsake. Unexpectedly, he made it into earrings. Qian Rou knew clearly that Han Yun had never possessed anything belonging to a woman.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that Han Yun loved her, and not just temporarily infatuated with her body. Qian Rou's large eyes, like a clear spring, gazed at Han Yun with pure innocence.

Han Yun's hand slowly stroked the back of Qian Rou's head, holding her head steady, preventing her from escaping. Their lips drew closer, their breaths softly brushing against each other's faces. "Close your big eyes, Rou Rou," Han Yun whispered softly.

Qian Rou slowly closed her eyes, her heart filled with anticipation. Her long eyelashes trembled gently, and her crimson lips quivered slightly, as if making a silent invitation.

Han Yun's lips lightly brushed against Qian Rou's, like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet in their hearts, a boulder had been thrown into a still lake, for that gentle touch brought them both an electric shock-like sensation.

Han Yun could no longer restrain himself, nor did he want to. He kissed those beautiful lips, which seemed to exude the fragrance of roses, fiercely, wanting to transmit all his burning emotions and desires to Qian Rou through this kiss.

For a very long time, as if an eternity had passed, Han Yun finally released Qian Rou's lips. He stared intently at her swollen, red lips, still unsatisfied. "Do you know? I've waited six years for this day. The wait has been so painful, so heartbreaking. I've been waiting for you to grow up, waiting for you to understand love. Now, I finally don't have to wait anymore."

Qian Rou suddenly opened her eyes, staring at Han Yun in disbelief, her voice trembling noticeably: "What...what did you just say?"

Han Yun reached out and pulled Qian Rou tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. He rested his chin on the top of her head, gently rubbing it.

"You silly little thing, I just said I love you. From the moment I first saw you six years ago when I first entered the martial world, I fell in love with you. I've loved you for six whole years! Only you, this oblivious little fool, don't know yet.

If it weren't for that, how could all those adults in your family who are obsessed with their little sister and daughter have let you come out with me?"

"How could they?" Qianrou muttered softly.

Han Yun paused, lightly pecked Qian Rou's lips, and then continued with satisfaction, "Back then, I had just finished my training and descended the mountain. I came to a grove of osmanthus trees, which seemed like a fairyland. It was there that I first saw you, only twelve years old. A little rabbit was hopping around your feet, and you were squatting on the ground, holding an injured little pigeon in your hands, your eyes full of pity. At that moment, I thought I had seen a fairy."

"The osmanthus grove behind Chu Yu Manor? I... I didn't know, I didn't even know you were there."

"Of course you didn't know, your eyes were only on that little pigeon!" A hint of jealousy appeared on Han Yun's face. "When you tore open your soft silk clothes to bandage that injured little pigeon, I fell irrevocably in love with your pure and kind heart."

Qian Rou listened blankly, her face full of disbelief.

"If your elder brother Chu Jianfei hadn't come to call you home, I really wouldn't have believed you were a mortal."

Han Yun's gaze was especially gentle because of the memories, and Qian Rou's heart was intoxicated by that deep and gentle gaze.

"After that, I deliberately sought out Chu Yu Manor and became close friends with your elder brother, silently waiting for you to grow up. However, even until your coming-of-age ceremony, your body was never fully recovered. The Ghost Doctor told me that you cannot be emotionally agitated, and even he was not confident that he could fully heal you and allow you to live a normal life. He advised me to give up on you, but I really couldn't do it!"

Han Yun recalled the many years of waiting, and the inner struggle he felt every time he saw Qian Rou. No matter how much he wanted to hold her in his arms, he could only suppress his pain, his eyes instantly filled with sorrow.

Qian Rou looked into those eyes, her heart aching as if pierced by needles. She couldn't help but reach out her soft little hand to touch those eyes, as if trying to soothe the deep pain within them.

Han Yun grabbed the small hand from his face, held it tightly in his own hand, rubbed it for a while, then gently brought it to his lips and kissed it. He continued, "Finally, heaven has taken pity on you. Yesterday, the Ghost Doctor told me that your body is completely healed. As long as you don't overwork yourself, you can live like a normal person again. I'm overjoyed! I couldn't resist inviting you here today because I wanted to tell you that I love you, Rou Rou!"

Qian Rou's eyes widened, her face blank, as if in a dream. She couldn't believe it was real.

Han Yun held Qian Rou tightly. He needed to give her time to process what he had just heard, even though his desire was tormenting him, his body screaming for her.

So close, they could hear each other's heartbeats so clearly. Slowly, they felt their heartbeats [the whole text] become perfectly synchronized, "thump, thump, thump, thump..." Their

delicate heads slowly...

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