Chapter 29 What should I do? Ahhhh!!! How do you kiss? ?

He didn’t mention who it was—just briefly described the situation. Director Wang thought for a moment and asked whether it happened often. If it was only occasional, it might just be due to the person adjusting to a new environment. Something that could be monitored over time.

Fu Jingchuan gave it some thought. Jiang Wan had indeed only just arrived a couple of days ago. So he relaxed a little, figuring maybe it was just because she was unsettled in a new place.

After that, Director Wang got worked up again, furious about how Tang Feng and her daughter had caused the child to become malnourished, and ranted about it some more. That interruption made Fu Jingchuan forget to ask the other thing that had been on his mind—whether something might be wrong with his heart.

In the dark, he pressed his lips together, his deep eyes glancing toward the door. Afraid that Fu Chen might feel unwell during the night and he wouldn’t hear it, Fu Jingchuan hadn’t closed the door completely.

But just as he glanced toward the door—his gaze wandered uncontrollably toward the main house next door.

He looked at the tightly shut door and suddenly thought of how Jiang Wan had looked earlier—adorable and silly in his oversized military jacket.

Thump thump, thump thump.

Fu Jingchuan heard the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat. His brows furrowed sharply.

With a jolt, he sat up straight.

His eyes glinted in the dark—deep, unreadable.

But then, to his utter disbelief—the door to the main house suddenly creaked open!!

A pair of pale, dainty feet appeared—barefoot. She hadn’t even put on shoes as she walked out!

Fu Jingchuan’s broad body tensed up, his eyes narrowing as he looked up.

It was Jiang Wan. She walked out of the house in a trance, her expression blank, eyes vacant. Then she turned—and headed straight into the woodshed!

Fu Jingchuan felt like his breath stopped for a moment. He didn’t dare move a muscle.

He remembered how the last time she sleepwalked, she had gone back to bed after a few minutes. So he figured if he didn’t interfere, she would return again soon.

So he simply sat there silently on the heated brick bed, watching her in the dark—watching as she got closer… and closer… and closer…

Jiang Wan’s long black hair flowed like ink around her shoulders. Her delicate, pale face looked flawless in the moonlight, not even a visible pore. Her face was completely emotionless, the usual sparkle in her eyes dimmed—like a beautiful porcelain doll without a soul.

Seeing her like this, Fu Jingchuan’s chest inexplicably tightened.

She looked like a broken piece of mutton-fat jade. Not whole—cracked, wounded.

He didn’t know where the fracture was. He only wondered to himself: Could I fix it?

Actually, Fu Jingchuan was reading too much into it—because Jiang Wan’s dream at that moment wasn’t sad at all.

She was dreaming about lying in bed, scrolling through videos of hot soldier guys.

Then suddenly, the soldier on the screen turned into Fu Jingchuan!

And with one long stride, he stepped closer. He raised his rough hand and—pop—undid the button on his camo pants.

Then, in a husky, low voice, he looked at her and even smirked a little, a cocky glint in his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and asked:
“Jiang Wan, why were you smelling my clothes?”
“Was it because… you wanted me to take care of you?”

“… Don’t… don’t…”

In the dream, Jiang Wan blushed hard, putting her soft little hand on his firm, muscular chest. But just as she tried to resist a little—she suddenly became aware!

Wait a minute—how could a man as cold and gruff as Fu Jingchuan suddenly be this seductive?

This… this must be a dream!!

And if it’s her dream—then she’s in control, right??

Which means… maybe it’s okay to enjoy this while it lasts?

At that thought, her courage instantly doubled.

Her hands, which had been half-heartedly pushing him away, suddenly lost all force.

She blinked up at him with soft, misty eyes, seeing the fire burning deep in his dark gaze, and suddenly felt her whole body heating up.

She couldn’t help thinking of that night—Fu Jingchuan pouring water over his head from a ladle under the moonlight, the water streaming down over his strong, sculpted muscles…

Jiang Wan suddenly felt her throat go dry—like she was really thirsty. She wanted to gulp down an entire glass of ice water!

She narrowed her eyes, like under a spell. In her head, she kept hyping herself up:
Jiang Wan, what are you afraid of? It’s just a dream!
Last life you didn’t even hold hands with a man—only watched soldier videos under the covers.
Now you finally get a spicy dream—you have to go for it! Be brave! Touch him! If you miss this chance, who knows when the next one will come??

With all that inner pep talk, she finally took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and leaned forward.

Her movement was clumsy, reckless—and when her soft lips finally brushed against his warm ones, it was like her brain just shut down.

Oh no oh no oh no!!!
How do you even kiss?! Just press your lips together??

—Smack!!

In the silence of the woodshed, a loud crack rang out.

There was an ill-fitting wooden plank on the bed, sticking out a bit over the edge. Fu Jingchuan, caught off guard by the kiss, had clenched so hard that he snapped the plank right off with one hand!

But thankfully, Jiang Wan—still in her dreamlike sleepwalking state—wasn’t startled awake.

She just stood there, blank and dazed like a clueless little fool, her soft lips still pressed against his.

Fu Jingchuan was stiff as stone, a vein twitching at his temple.

His whole body was tense like a drawn bowstring, breath caught in his throat. It felt like something deep in his mind had just collapsed with a deafening crash.

He knew—it was his rationality.

Before he could even think, his rough, calloused hand lifted—and landed on the soft hollows of her lower back.

Fu Jingchuan had seen kissing scenes before, sure. But he’d never done it himself. He had never even had the urge or curiosity—until now.

But right now, his whole body felt like it was on fire—like his soul itself was burning for her.

For this woman. This delicate, petal-soft woman in his arms.

Fu Jingchuan furrowed his thick brows—and deepened the kiss.

He didn’t know what he was doing. He was just following instinct.

Like a beast, he bit, tasted, devoured—while Jiang Wan, still unaware, somehow closed her eyes, cheeks flushed, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings…

And from her lips came a few breathless, sweet little whimpers—