【Painting Soul】

Invitation
Zhuang Zhou lived alone in this bustling metropolis, a rather renowned modern painter. He

was introverted and naturally lazy, disliking socializing, and therefore had few friends, except for Zhou Mu,

also a famous painter and his university classmate. Zhou Mu's paintings were currently very popular, and he was recently planning

another national tour exhibition.
After staying home for several months, he had meticulously reviewed all the preparations for the exhibition in his studio

. After dinner, he returned to his apartment. It was already dark, and the streetlights were already on. In the

dim light, he took out his antique watch, opened the case, and saw the hands pointed to eight o'clock in the evening. "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 never liked taking elevators. As he passed 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 sticking out of its corner.
Zhuang Zhou hadn't received any mail, or even flyers, in three whole years since moving here. His mailbox

was always empty; perhaps he was just 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 , 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.
Start here,
return to where the dream began.
May your wishes be with you!
The red invitation, with its large, gold-embossed characters, shone brightly under the light, particularly

its powerfully enticing words, like a voice constantly calling in his ear, stirring up

Zhuang Zhou's deep-seated longing for his dream. The first dream he thought he had forgotten and missed resurfaced in his heart.

These simple lines almost immediately made Zhuang Zhou decide to visit the place indicated on the invitation

! That Sunday
midnight
, Zhuang Zhou arrived at the address on the invitation—a quiet but

not dilapidated station—and was taken by a stranger taxi driver who was already waiting there, navigating 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 , 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 through various possible scenarios, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
With a soft creak, Zhuang Zhou felt a slight tremor in the large tree behind him.

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

stepped 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. There were no excessive, insincere pleasantries; it was concise and friendly. He

simply nodded and smiled slightly, then followed the young man through the

narrow doorway, which he hadn't yet had time to explore or even be amazed by.
After passing through the narrow gate, a deep, stepped tunnel descended from the stone steps. Flowering

trees lined both sides of the stone steps, and the stone walls were covered with mottled murals. Torches, reminiscent of those from the Middle Ages, burned

brightly. The tunnel was well-ventilated, without any stuffiness. Because of this, the torches flickered in the wind

, making the entire tunnel appear deep, quiet, and subtly mysterious.
Zhuang Zhou followed the unfamiliar young man down the winding path, turning several corners. Occasionally, the branches and leaves

of flowering trees brushed against his cheeks, their fragrance refreshing, some even dripping with cool, sweet dew.

This began to ease Zhuang Zhou's initial unease and anxiety caused by the strange and mysterious tunnel.
Fortunately, this didn't last long. After walking for a while, he could faintly hear whispering voices.

Rounding a bend, the tunnel suddenly opened up into a bright and open space. Although the light was still dim, Zhuang Zhou was greeted by

a vast expanse of space, seemingly an underground plaza. The flow of people was gentle, yet not crowded or

overly noisy. Zhuang Zhou immediately liked the atmosphere, and his anticipation for the trip

grew slightly stronger. When he turned to thank the young stranger, he found that the man had vanished into

the depths of the tunnel.
Zhuang Zhou descended the last few steps and joined the crowd of shoppers. Although the crowd was large, he

didn't recognize any faces. This was understandable; the city was already severely overpopulated, and finding someone you knew

was indeed difficult.
The market was indeed incredibly diverse, containing many items that

Zhuang 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 , 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 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 could see the painting and the woman in 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 unrecognizable, a weave technique outside the scope of Zhuang Zhou's study of ancient paintings.
The woman in the painting was incredibly lifelike. No matter where Zhuang Zhou stood, he felt as if

she were staring at him, her gaze filled with extreme tenderness and allure, like

the look . The woman in the painting was also exceptionally beautiful, with a gentle smile, seemingly otherworldly.
Zhuang Zhou was usually somewhat aloof towards women, but under the gaze of the woman in the painting, his heart...

A strange feeling stirred within Zhuang Zhou. If the woman in the painting were real… A desire

he had never within him.
Zhuang Zhou leaned back, closing his eyes slightly, trying to make himself more comfortable. Sure enough, everything before him

gradually became blurry. Pink desire churned within him, his mind filled with a restless emotion, and his entire body

throbbed with an inexplicable agitation.
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, flowing with waves of heat, and arousing all sorts of wild

fantasies. The exposed parts of his body seemed to be touched, even licked, by something unseen

. It was as if a fragrant tongue was 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 holding hands, walking side by side across a vast,

boundless plain. The starry night was gentle, the bright moon was slowly rising, and a rich fragrance of flowers and trees

filled the night air. The night was cool, with a thin mist shrouding the scene. The green grass was like silk, and dewdrops glistened on every blade

, sparkling like diamonds as the grass swayed in the wind. The lush green 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 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, unable to suppress the wild passion within him any longer.

Like starving for a long time, or someone seeing a long-awaited delicacy, he kissed and bit her relentlessly,

his lips holding hers, sucking hard, and even occasionally, like a bloodthirsty vampire, sticking out his teeth

to gnaw at her delicate neck, his tongue swirling and licking. He truly felt an

intense urge to devour the woman in his arms completely.
The woman in the painting, receiving Zhuang Zhou's somewhat reckless and impulsive kisses and embrace, also seemed moved. In

his passionate kisses and warm embrace, she was intoxicated, her starry eyes glistening with tears, her breath sweet as orchids, her soft, fragrant body

swaying, soft moans escaping her lips, as if the sweetest, most passionate calls of love were emanating from the depths of her soul!

Like a potent chemical catalyst, it drew upon Zhuang Zhou's burgeoning male desire, causing it to swell and harden,

standing erect. In their intertwined embrace, it pressed directly against her most sensitive and private

spot , throbbing, rubbing, and squeezing incessantly.
Simultaneously, his lips met her cherry-like mouth again, turning her seductive moans into muffled, soft

gasps. He felt the fragrance of her tender red lips and smooth, sweet tongue, exuding

a wild and alluring aura that fueled Zhuang Zhou's burning desire to indulge in unrestrained passion, desperately seeking an outlet for his burgeoning lust

. Yet, caught in their passionate embrace, Zhuang Zhou found himself in a

predicament of wanting to go further but unable to stop, unable to extricate himself.
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 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, delicate 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 only I could be like this with you..."

"To be with a beautiful woman forever, even in death, is worthwhile!" Zhuang Zhou murmured

to himself . For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see again the woman's eerie and mysterious smile, but he

no longer felt it. With these beautiful thoughts, 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 stood far away, facing the wind, smiling sweetly. A gentle breeze caressed her hair, her 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,

antique bronze handles set in the center of each door. She gently beckoned 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, unable

to contain himself , rushed to the gate. Looking inside, a soft golden light emanated from within, and a long corridor

stretched outwards. The beautiful woman stood in the center of the corridor, smiling and turning back, waving in the breeze!
Without hesitation, Zhuang Zhou stepped over the threshold and walked towards her. In a daze, it seemed as if

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 beautiful woman smiled even more, 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.
The winding paths and long corridors led to a vast garden with artificial hills, vermilion railings, and pavilions. The scene left

Zhuang Zhou speechless, as if he were in a fairyland.
Flying pavilions and vermilion walls, ancient pines dripping with verdant green. Before him, the garden was filled with buildings, palaces, pavilions, and towers, a scene within a scene, with artificial hills

and waterfalls , surrounded by ancient pines. A large artificial lake flows through the center of the garden, its tributaries winding through the pavilions and towers,

forming streams and springs. Waterside covered walkways, with latticed windows, connect the interior and exterior without obstructing the view. The main lake's clear waters reflect

the shadows of trees, flowers, clouds, and the moon, occasionally rippled by fish, creating a dreamlike, enchanting scene.

Pavilions and the misty lake complement each other, connected by covered bridges to form an inseparable whole, embellishing the unique world 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 the smoke of sandalwood rises and

drifts slowly, shrouding the pavilion in a light mist, filling the air with its fragrance. The entire lake was shrouded in mist and clouds,

a scene of ethereal beauty, like a fairyland. If a fairy were to grace the scene with her presence, singing and dancing gracefully, what more could one ask

for?
Dreams 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 .
One knee was slightly bent, tracing a perfect arc, while the other leg lay flat behind her

. This posture made her full, firm breasts appear even more prominent, as if they were about to 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 a sculpted contour,

embodying the most beautiful emotions in the world. Zhuang Zhou was momentarily stunned.
Unconsciously, the primal desires that seemed to have been dormant deep within Zhuang Zhou's heart since ancient times were awakened,

spreading out like ripples, filling the entire lake of his heart. All the scenery before him blurred and trembled,

transforming into this dreamlike world.
The woman danced before Zhuang Zhou, her graceful figure ethereal and her beautiful silhouette swaying. The flowers and exotic plants in the garden suddenly

paled in comparison, and the entire world seemed to consist only of the woman dancing in the wind before him. In an instant, she moved lightly,

floating in front of Zhuang Zhou and taking his hand. The soft, delicate hand, the pulse of her veins—it 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.
She kept turning back, smiling gently, her silvery laughter echoing endlessly through the garden. Her bright, star-like

eyes deeply touched the very depths of Zhuang Zhou's soul; time seemed to stand still, the present moment becoming

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 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 tiptoed, 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! The ever-changing charm on her pretty face,

bathed in moonlight and starlight, was even more alluring and hazy!
Zhuang Zhou could no longer resist. He rolled over and pulled the woman, who seemed like a fairy or a witch, down onto the stone floor, pressing his entire

body against hers and kissing her face and lips. His hand slipped inside her flowing, swirling robe, directly

touching her full, firm breasts. A single grasp revealed their fullness and plumpness, filling his heart with an overwhelming sensation. Their

shape, proportions, and size were exactly what he had always dreamed of. Gazing at the exquisite face beneath him, he

was reminded of the most sensual and alluring beauty he had ever longed for.
In the moonlight, her fragrant face flushed crimson, instantly transforming her into a breathtakingly beautiful woman, incomparably radiant. Her starry eyes were tightly closed,

her cherry lips slightly parted, and her entire head tilted back, pressed against Zhuang Zhou's warm chest. She whispered shyly and weakly,

"I...I'm only receiving your favor for the first time...! You must pity my frailty!"
Zhuang Zhou, as if receiving a divine decree, lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "I am overwhelmed by your favor, fairy. I will

cherish you and love you tenderly, striving not to let you steal the spotlight. I will share your joys and sorrows, and together we will soar to the heavens,

enjoying ultimate bliss!"
She seemed to completely trust Zhuang Zhou's promise. 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 lying prone,

displaying the exquisite curves of her body to Zhuang Zhou. Her hair was as black as silk, her face as clear as jade, and her fragrance sweet...

Her delicate, diamond-shaped lips twitched slightly, silently beckoning her beloved to come and seize them, to savor them at will.
In this moment, Zhuang Zhou naturally wouldn't hesitate. He first gently extended a finger, tenderly rubbing her

fragrant, delicious lips. A ticklish, smooth, and exceptionally comfortable sensation surged through him, causing him to

unconsciously tease her lips a few times with his finger. This prompted her to lick her lips with her tongue, then

shyly reveal her pearly white teeth, lightly nibbling at her lips. Her starry eyes flickered, opening and closing intermittently, displaying a shy

and alluring charm.
Seeing this, Zhuang Zhou's emotions were stirred, his desire surging. He couldn't help but lower his head, pressing his forehead against hers, and his large

lips sought hers, kissing her fiercely.
She only managed a soft "Mmm" before all her murmurs transformed into a torrent of heat. Her moist

red lips appeared even more alluring, as if they were about to melt in Zhuang Zhou's mouth, their refreshing fragrance lingering on his

teeth , tongue, and lips.
He sighed contentedly, thinking to himself that he truly was a genius; just by reading a few textbooks, he had

achieved such mastery of technique. 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, and the intensity of his kisses deepened. His gentle, lingering kisses, his tender

, persistent sucking kisses, and his wild, passionate nibbling kisses, all combined, left the woman beneath him 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,

stimulated by Zhuang Zhou's wild movements, occasionally opened, sparkling with a vibrant, almost dripping light. Her long,

curved, dark eyelashes trembled, and low moans escaped her throat. She was irresistibly alluring,

radiating a fatal temptation!
Zhuang Zhou carefully parted her 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 her tender, red gums. A tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation

swept over her entire lips, quickly spreading to her heart.
Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she let out a soft moan, her cherry lips parting as Zhuang Zhou's tongue plunged deep

inside, teasing and entwining her delicate, smooth lips. The ecstasy caused her entire body

to arch, her increasingly full and swollen breasts pressing tightly against Zhuang Zhou's chest due to their close proximity.
For a moment, the soft, incredibly elastic feel of her breasts made Zhuang Zhou lose himself in pleasure. His

burgeoning male desire grew impatiently, pressing hard against her private parts, spontaneously

throbbing . Zhuang Zhou's hands were not idle either. They slid to the low-cut neckline of her robe, gently pulling

it open to the sides, then sliding down to her waist. His fingers found her silk sash, easily

untying it with a tug and a shake, tossing it aside.
The breathtaking sight before him left Zhuang Zhou speechless, 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 , 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 , 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 .
Then, his lips kissed down her soft, delicate neck, all the way to her breasts,

alternating between the two breasts, 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 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 curtain hanging from the large bed in

the pavilion's , 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 , 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; it was the newly moved-in couple upstairs arguing. Zhuang Zhou cursed the upstairs couple inwardly.

The couple, staying up all night, had to disturb his sweet dream at this crucial moment. 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 that followed!
Zhuang Zhou turned over and covered his ears, silently praying, "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, casually turning on the light in his room. Without even taking off his clothes or shoes, he

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 long while, he finally came to his senses. Opening his eyes, he vaguely felt something was wrong,

but couldn't quite put his finger on why. He just felt as if he had lost something important.
He looked around the room, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was exactly the same as when he left that morning .

The books on the bookshelf were still neatly arranged, untouched for a long time. There were still some unfinished works on the desk, piled up

haphazardly . The walls, which hadn't been decorated, were still spotless, white, flat, and empty...
Wait a minute! Something was missing! That painting, the ancient painting with the ladies in it! It

should been hanging on the opposite wall, but now it had vanished!
Zhuang Zhou could no longer care about his exhaustion. He immediately jumped out of bed, his eyes darting around,

trying to find some clue. Everything in the house was intact, ruling out the possibility of a burglary.

Aside from any shady reasons, Zhuang Zhou didn't believe the ancient painting would attract unwanted attention. 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 . 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 close to midnight 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 the temptation of sleep and never returns to

that intoxicating dream. 　　He is currently preparing for a commercial art exhibition but has encountered some problems. 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 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. Usually, Zhou Mu would come two or three times a week. Even his parents and relatives haven't heard from him; his cell 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 . 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 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 what he wore the night before his disappearance. Therefore, this means 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 ! 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 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 . 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 accounts and opinions 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 . 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 . 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 walked out of a bar, slightly tipsy. It was already very late.

Zhuang Zhou didn't need to sleep when he got back to his place. Luckily, it was relatively close to Zhou Mu's residence. Although

Zhuang Zhou's apartment wasn't too far from Zhou Mu's, 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 six o'clock the next morning,

so Zhou Mu's place was closer to the airport. Therefore, after a moment's thought, Zhuang Zhou, somewhat groggy, decided

to stay at Zhou Mu's place for the night 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'd 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 . 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 on

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 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 was the time to take a hot bath,

go to bed, and try not to think about anything; let his dreams provide the answers.
Zhuang Zhou got up, took a few steps, then turned back, bent down to pick up the painting from the bed. He

didn't put the two pieces back together; he simply hung the side with the ancient painting back on the wall, and casually

placed the other side on his desk. After examining it a few more times, he finally walked to the bathroom, satisfied. After
his
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 be an extremely long time if he didn't sleep. Once everything

was basically ready, Zhuang Zhou turned off the light and lay down on Zhou Mu's bed, bored. This bed

hadn't . Although Zhuang Zhou had been taking 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.
Bored, he turned on the light, and to his surprise, he saw the ancient painting

he had lost and The woman in the painting was smiling, her face radiant, her clothes fluttering in the breeze. "Her smile is enchanting, her eyes bright and alluring,

" these two timeless lines echoed in Zhuang Zhou's mind. Gazing at the woman in the painting, at the extreme tenderness and allure in her

eyes , he was once again deeply captivated.

The joy of finding what he had lost and reliving his dream made him unable to control himself, his mind wandering wildly.
"What a sweet and enchanting woman! Such grace, such a smile! All

the memories

are vivid in my mind. If only I could truly share dreams with such a woman, of love and passion... Ah..." Zhuang Zhou thought to himself, unable to

contain close to his chest, so that the smiling face of the girl in the painting faced his

burning heart. He lingered like this for a while before lying back down, turning off the bedside lamp. Slightly drunk, he fell asleep quickly,

seeking the most intense bliss in his deep, sweet dreams.
The woman in the painting did not disappoint Zhuang Zhou; luck smiled upon him once more. This time, the woman in the painting

was bathing in a clear lake. Zhuang Zhou walked blankly towards the path leading to the lake, almost

unable to move , unable to believe that the beautiful scene before him was real. The entire lake was situated in a grove of trees.

In the heart of the dense mountains, the deep blue lake remained crystal clear, its surface reflecting

the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the treetops, shimmering and sparkling. A thin mist hung over the lake, the distant horizon shrouded in a hazy glow, creating

an atmosphere of boundless vastness. A winding path stretched into the depths of the misty forest, leading to the secluded and

beautiful lakeshore, like a path to paradise.
The clear, azure waters gently rippled across Zhuangzi's heart, stirring countless waves.

Reaching it felt like touching the pinnacle of a beautiful dream! Zhuangzi immediately decided in his heart to name it

Dream Lake, a name reserved for him and his beloved 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 refreshed. The mountain forests and flowers were delightful, the gentle waves of Dream Lake were intoxicating, and

his beloved in the water was even more alluring!
A woman's celestial beauty rippled across the lake, appearing and disappearing. Her slender arms gently dipped into

the water , creating a deep whirlpool that spread outwards in concentric circles, gradually

fading into the misty blue waters.
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. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, letting the glistening drops condense into tiny beads, sliding down his cheeks and landing on his lips.

The water was slightly salty, yet possessed a refreshing sweetness. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, and soft sunlight

filtered through the thin lake mist, illuminating his face—a truly pleasant experience. Zhuang Zhou was suddenly struck by a sense of wonder at the passage of time.
A soft, shy, and smiling moan roused him from his reverie, reminding him that even more beautiful things

awaited him before him. Looking down and opening his eyes, his gaze fell upon a small red-tailed carp, its tail swaying gently, tracing a graceful arc across

the woman's breasts. At that moment, her 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.
It wasn't hard to imagine that the playful little fish had just been teasing and splashing around her breasts, even

stealing kisses as it swam across 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 stunning 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 unparalleled beauty and to feel her gentle, tender affection.
Zhuang Zhou slowly swam to her, 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 she herself would drift away with the wind. He wished to remain asleep

forever .
Her captivating face radiated dazzling brilliance. Her soft breasts rose and fell gently, rippling like waves on water; her nostrils flared slightly, releasing a faint, sweet fragrance. Her 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 mesmerized, gazing at every subtle change in her exquisite face, every inch of her alluring skin , recalling the words from the ancient poem: "The one I long for is on the other side of the water, I search for her endlessly..." Suddenly, he found himself tightly embracing her. 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,

causing a brief, slight sting. His eyes quickly adjusted to the water pressure, and 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 , 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 , 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 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 .
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 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 , 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 even the tip of her delicate nose

seemed to be adorned with a few drops of crimson. With each nasal flutter, her gentle breaths quickened, and her taut body

softened into a limp, sensual sensation. The waves of ecstasy that spread from her flesh to her very heart could no longer remain within her;

they surged forth like a flood. But because Zhuang Zhou's hateful mouth had long occupied her

lips, the sensation was forced deep into her throat, turning into muffled moans…
Perhaps unwilling to bury her delicate moans, Zhuang Zhou released her

lips, which he had ravaged, with satisfaction. He listened to her uncontrollable cries of pleasure, and continued kissing her down the path, his mouth moving to her snow-white breasts…

Feng, sucking and licking the tender, rosy nipples of the woman, his mouth and nose filled with the fragrance of orchids, easily aroused 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, and climbed ashore. Before he could even lay her down on the grass, he

quickly stripped off his own clothes with one hand, and following the momentum of his bending down to put her down, he arched his back and lay down,

his body full of desire pressing against her soft body. With his hot and hard male desire, he penetrated her

shyly closed legs, directly rubbing against her private garden between her legs.
The tip of his erect, firm male desire was slippery and wet, indicating that the woman's secluded garden was already

overflowing with , 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.

His jade stem was rubbing against the fleshy walls of the valley, spontaneously sucking at its crown, as if urging him to thrust forward and

enter the flower path.
Feeling the constant twisting and entanglement of the woman's body beneath him, and hearing the seductive moans and gasps in his ears, Zhuang Zhou

was no longer the ignorant fool he once was. He was no longer the naive novice who knew nothing of life and love. At this moment, he knew that the woman was already

aroused and burning with desire, craving his nourishment and fulfillment. Having been repeatedly baptized by love and lust recently, he

naturally would not disappoint the woman's eager invitation. He immediately bent one leg, using his knee to press between the center of the woman's thighs, which had unknowingly

opened His jade stem was erect, and with a thrust of his hips, his hot, thick jade stem entered the

muddy 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 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 , 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 , 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 Her cherry lips remained tightly closed for a moment, then suddenly parted, releasing a short

, high-pitched moan. Her starry eyes were closed, her delicate brows furrowed, and her head was tilted back, swaying from side to side. Her long,

black hair flew about, and her flushed cheeks were glistening with sweat, displaying

an expression that mixed pleasure, satisfaction, and a touch of pain. Her feet pulled back, her calves curled up, and her plump, rounded buttocks rubbed against the soft, green grass, causing an unbearable, tingling sensation

. Struggling upwards, the flower's core bloomed deep within the garden, petals mingling with abundant nectar surrounding

and tightly enveloping Zhuang Zhou's burning jade stem...
Zhuang Zhou felt himself about to be submerged in this boundless wave of pleasure. He thrust his hips rapidly dozens of times, letting out

a low growl, and pounced on the beauty's delicate body. He opened his mouth and kissed her fragrant lips, which could only utter muffled moans and gasps. He

lifted his hips and pulled in his abdomen, pressing tightly against her crotch, causing his burgeoning male erection to penetrate even deeper, desperately pressing

against the flower's core, which was fully unfolded deep within her honeyed orifice, causing intermittent tremors... 　　A startled awakening, Zhuang Zhou jumped out of bed reflexively. A jolt ran through him; his spine tingled, his legs trembled, and he could no longer restrain himself. His pent-up desire erupted like a tidal wave… Just as he was
enjoying 　　the moment, he suddenly remembered his most treasured ancient painting: it had been pressed against his chest as he slept, but now, after this ordeal, he had experienced a wet dream, and his whole body was throbbing… Oh no! He must have ejaculated on it, defiling the sacred object ! 　　He was now wide awake, ignoring his inexplicable weakness and exhaustion. He forced himself to sit up against the headboard and quickly switched on the bedside light. 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 he had just reached paradise but had been abruptly interrupted—a frantic and unwilling expression! The pale, sickly complexion tinged with an unnatural flush on his cheeks was rather eerie. Without time to think, he hastily examined the alluring antique , checking for any damage. 　　In the bright yet soft light, a glance revealed a mixture of heartache frustration overwhelming. 　　Just as he had predicted, the once pristine painting, meticulously cared for by its owner, was now splattered with spots, almost completely covering the surface. (Huh? When did his reproductive function become so strong? No wonder he's still dizzy and weak-kneed!) 　　"Ah! What should I do? Such a precious object cannot be allowed to suffer even the slightest damage! It 's such a waste!"

Just as he was feeling frustrated, he suddenly noticed that the previously hazy background in the painting

was revealing a group of men in various clothes but with identical expressions! Looking closer, he realized

that the men's clothing seemed to come 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 rather poor! The combination

is really incongruous; no wonder he usually keeps it hidden away."
Although extremely anxious, due to professional habit, Zhuang Zhou subconsciously used his professional eye

to scrutinize the artist's skill level. Heh, at least you have some self-awareness! Hmm…? Judging from the

silk of this painting, it's definitely quite old, and experts have identified it as a Tang Dynasty piece. How could the painter

know and accurately depict modern clothing? And those people in the denim look so familiar…?

Zhuang Zhou was secretly puzzled, carefully examining the man in the denim jacket in the painting as he pondered.
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 entire body stiff and unable to move. He tried to shout, 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 radiated a terrified disorientation as he stared unfocused at the painting, which was now completely dark.
The night was silent, and his cold heart was utterly still in the darkness. In the darkness, he seemed to hear his own 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 finally felt a slight warmth in his body and mind, and a few slivers of light vaguely appeared in his eyelids. He could

finally breathe again, inhaling the precious air once more. His throat was still constricted, unable to speak, but his mind

had finally regained its normal cognitive 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 painting 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. 　　His eyes were fixed on one place—a man in the background behind the girl, one of the men ! The man in the jeans! A face he knew very well! Although it wasn't the expression he usually knew—a look of mad intoxication in extreme pleasure! Just like the unfulfilled longing he felt upon waking from his dream! Just like all the various men in the background of the ancient painting! Nevertheless, he could still clearly recognize that familiar face. That unchanging silhouette, already etched in his mind! 　　That face was that of 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 could be Zhou Mu, 　　it could be Zhou Mu? 　　It was none other than the long-deceased Zhou Mu! Conclusion: 　　This is merely a fictional story, perhaps somewhat mysterious, perhaps somewhat terrifying! Although it revolves around an ancient painting, it ultimately leaves behind only a fleeting dream, prompting reflection. 　　Some might ask, "Why was it that only Zhuangzi could discover the secret in the painting throughout the ages? Since almost everyone else was doing the same thing, it's possible they could have discovered it too!" 　　My answer is: perhaps only Zhuangzi was awakened in the middle of the night from a deep dream; perhaps only Zhuangzi fell asleep holding the ancient painting, and coincidentally, at the moment of climax, 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 the secret simply because he did the right thing at the right time ! After all, this is just a story; coincidences make for stories, and readers should allow Zhuangzi such coincidences! 　　Besides this, I think no one has a better answer. [The End]

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