A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 64 An Ominous Premonition

Being stared at so intently by Chao Bufan, Tang Qianqian felt an indescribable panic. She felt her whole body goosebumps and large beads of sweat rolled down her skin, making her look as if she had just stepped out of a bathtub, a truly captivating sight.

The unique fragrance emanating from her ignited his desire, making him unable to resist. Driven by intense longing, he unconsciously moved his head slowly closer to Tang Qianqian.

"Hey, what... what are you doing? No... no... um..."

Tang Qianqian's words were silenced by Chao Bufan's thin lips. Before she could even protest, Chao Bufan pushed her down onto the sofa.

"No, no... Ah!"

Tang Qianqian screamed and suddenly woke up from her dream. Large beads of sweat covered her forehead. She looked around blankly and then realized that she was curled up on the sofa. It was just a dream!

She frowned slightly, silently asking herself, "How could this be? Why would I have such a dream? Could it be—ah! Thank goodness it was just a dream, otherwise…"

"But... why does it feel so real to me?"

Tang Qianqian muttered to herself, then slowly recalled the scene in her dream. After a moment, she shook her head and smiled bitterly, thinking, "I can't believe I had such a dream. It seems I really am crazy about men."

Just as she was about to get off the sofa, the pain between her legs made her groan involuntarily: "Hiss..."

She gritted her teeth in pain, quickly pressed one hand against her lower abdomen, and staggered toward the bathroom like an elderly person with a stooped posture.

"How could this be? Could it be... could it be that I was... in my dream... Oh God, could I really be..."

She couldn't help but shudder, and cold sweat broke out all over her body. The excruciating pain felt just like it was real.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! If that's really the case, then my whole body will be... Waaah...

Despite her discomfort, Tang Qianqian went into the bathroom to shower. When she came out, she was wrapped in a white bath towel, but her face looked extremely pale and bloodless.

Because... I actually started bleeding down there.

Good heavens, you can't be joking, can you?

She sat down on the sofa, feeling utterly frantic as she thought about how she had just been "chopped" off. At that moment, she truly felt an urge to kill someone or even hang herself with a three-foot-long white silk ribbon.

After a moment, she calmed down, thinking about the dream she had just had. A blush crossed her face, and just then she saw her phone on the coffee table out of the corner of her eye. She quickly reached for it and saw that it was already 11:30 p.m. She gave a wry smile, then casually tossed the phone aside and turned on the TV.

……

In Apartment 22, Chao Bufan, Lü Tie, and the others were chatting on the sofa after showering. Suddenly, Chao Bufan felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if the sky had fallen, making it hard to breathe. He had a vague feeling that something ominous was about to happen. This inexplicable feeling was something he had never experienced before his rebirth, not even before Falcon's life, let alone after his rebirth. He frowned, thinking to himself: Strange, what's going on? Why do I have this ominous premonition?

"Bufan, since it's still early, why don't we play some cards?" Lu Tie and the others, unaware of Chao Bufan's unusual behavior, suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Chao Bufan shook his head and said, "You guys have fun! I want to go out for a walk!"

Xu Huaiyuan said, "It's already past eleven o'clock, what's the point of leaving?"

Big Mouth quickly gave a mischievous wink, meaning "you know what I mean." Lü Tie and the others immediately understood. Guan Gong instructed, "Alright, the four of us will play Landlord for a while. Bufan, take it easy, and remember not to play too late. Take care of your health!"

Chao Bufan naturally understood the meaning behind Guan Gong's words. He shook his head and smiled, saying reproachfully, "Look at what you all are thinking. I just suddenly felt depressed and wanted to go out for some fresh air."

Lu Tie stood up, patted Chao Bufan on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Brother, don't say anything. We're all men, we understand."

Chao Bufan shook his head and smiled, too lazy to explain, and turned to leave.

After going downstairs, I lit a cigarette and looked up at the pale moonlight.

The moonlight was hazy, the orange moon shimmering with a faint orange glow, and a light frost shimmered on the orange light.

Some say that darkness only fully releases its tenderness when night falls, transforming into a graceful and charming woman.

The woman was alluring, yet she was silently recounting her sorrow. First, it appeared faintly in the distance, small patches, not intense, like paint just squeezed out and carelessly smeared on a palette, not yet mixed. Then, it gathered here and there, starting from somewhere and quickly spreading outwards. After merging and permeating, it thickly covered the embrace of the night, giving the photograph in her eyes a serene backdrop. Black is the flower painted by the night, the night is the basket woven by black, holding love and affection, mutual understanding, and mutual tenderness. Black uses coldness to disguise strength, the night uses silence to conceal desolation, whispering secrets, tinged with a trace of sadness: Are you alright, you in the distance?

Suddenly, a thick, intense longing welled up in his heart. He thought once again of the woman he would never forget, and murmured to himself, "Linglong, are you alright?"

Although he knew that this woman had killed him, and although he knew that she had been using him all along, he still couldn't help but think of her. He couldn't forget her. Her good and bad, her every word, every smile, were all so tender and unforgettable.

The moonlight was hazy, with no twinkling stars or a bright moon in the sky; all that could be seen was a few meters of pale moonlight filtering through the clouds.

Because it can't reach the Earth's surface, but I can sense that it's not silvery white, but it's definitely not black either.

The wind whistling past me brought nothing but loneliness, for at this moment, only solitude accompanied me, like a loyal friend, always there, never leaving my side.

Perhaps it's because I'm here that this street feels even colder?

However, there should be a warmth belonging to this city, because it doesn't belong to me, or I don't belong to it, but there should be a warmth belonging to this city, like the light of a few meters in the moonlight! As for me, I am merely a soul murmuring beneath a shell impenetrable by moonlight.

And ever since that day, when she appeared in her inner world carrying her dream backpack, it seemed as if a bright star had appeared in her inner world, so dazzling and so radiant.

Although she was vicious, and although she was not as beautiful or charming as her, she was still the person he had once loved.