Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

As soon as Lin Lang had an idea, he immediately received a system prompt in his mind.

"Ding! The host has successfully shared and granted Zhou Mengyao the [Dream Entering Ability], giving her the active skill of being able to enter the host's dream."

Then, Lin Lang sat on the bed, hugged Zhou Mengyao and said, "Wife, if you want me to fall asleep right away, you have to give me a massage to relax my body and mind first, so that I can fall asleep comfortably and quickly!"

"Hmph, husband, I think you just want to take this opportunity to let me give you a massage."

"Wife, you're right. Would you like to give me a massage?"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Mengyao replied: "I'm willing to die for you, let alone just give you a massage."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, what nonsense are you talking about, wife? Don't say such unlucky words in the future." Lin Lang scratched Zhou Mengyao's nose.

"Then, honey, lie down on the bed. I'll give you a massage now. When you fall asleep comfortably, I'll follow the method you taught me to enter your dream, hehe..."

Lin Lang lay comfortably on the soft big bed, his arms stretched forward to hug the pillow, his cheek resting on the pillowcase, and he closed his eyes comfortably.

His breathing gradually became steady. Every time he inhaled, it was as if he was inhaling the sweet fragrance of Zhou Mengyao in the bedroom into his lungs. When he exhaled, he exhaled all the fatigue he had after paying his dues to Gu Ran in the morning and tormenting Yao Beina.

Zhou Mengyao knelt beside the bed, looking at his relaxed appearance, with a sweet smile on her lips.

She first rubbed her hands gently until her palms were slightly warm, then carefully placed them on Lin Lang's shoulders and neck.

Her technique is indeed not professional, and there is no method to it. Her fingers and palms sometimes press gently, and sometimes knead slowly, but every movement reveals extreme tenderness.

When the fingertips brushed across the skin on the back of Lin Lang's neck, there was a hint of warmth, which made Lin Lang hum comfortably.

Zhou Mengyao knew that the shoulders and neck were the places where fatigue was most likely to accumulate, so she paid extra attention to it.

Her fingertips slowly circled the muscles on the side of Lin Lang's neck. The force was not strong, but it accurately touched the slightly tense parts, as if soothing every tense nerve.

"Well...wife, your massage makes me feel so comfortable!" Lin Lang's voice was lazy and hoarse, coming out muffled from the pillow.

After hearing this, Zhou Mengyao's face became sweeter and her hands moved more gently.

"Of course, I'm your wife. I love you so much, how can I not feel comfortable when I give you a massage!" As she spoke, she slowly moved her fingers to both sides of Lin Lang's cervical vertebrae and pushed upwards a little bit with her fingertips. Her movements were slow and extremely gentle.

After massaging his shoulders and neck, her hands slowly slid towards Lin Lang's back.

With my palm pressed against his broad back, I could clearly feel the warm body temperature and slight muscle undulations beneath his skin.

She started from the bottom of the neck and massaged downwards little by little, sometimes stroking a large area with her palm, as if smoothing out every wrinkle on his back; sometimes she used her fingers to gently press near the shoulder blades.

Although the force was not great, the concentration was transmitted through the fingertips.

She stared at her hands, afraid that she might hurt Lin Lang by applying too much force. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about how to make him more comfortable.

Lin Lang felt as if his back was wrapped in a warm cloud, and every touch from Zhou Mengyao brought a sense of security to him.

He had originally just wanted to relax, but now he was completely immersed in this tenderness. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he occasionally let out a sigh of satisfaction. Under her massage, the muscles on his back became softer and softer, like the land moistened by spring rain.

"Husband, congratulations on winning the 'China-US Sanda King Championship' last night. Netizens have nicknamed you 'One Punch Man'. No one expected you to knock out the incredibly powerful American Sanda champion with just one punch."

Lin Lang closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage. He replied lazily, "Wife, my achievement is nothing. Didn't you also win the motorcycle championship in the United States?"

"Hehe...Hubby, we are both excellent, but you are better than me!"

"Wife, you are actually the most powerful one. You can use your softness to overcome your hardness and control me for the rest of my life. I will never be able to leave you."

"Hubby, you're just sweet-talking and good at coaxing people. It would be better if you weren't so unfaithful."

Lin Lang said guiltily, "Wife, I won't chat with you anymore. The more I talk, the more excited I get. I won't be able to sleep."

"Hmph, husband, you're changing the subject again." Zhou Mengyao's hand moved to Lin Lang's arm.

From shoulder to wrist, she gently held Lin Lang's arm, her fingers slowly sliding along the lines of his arm, sometimes wrapping her palm around his forearm and rubbing it gently, and sometimes gently circling his elbow with her fingertips.

Lin Lang's arm muscles are smooth, and Zhou Mengyao's hand is covering it. The sharp contrast in size makes her movements appear gentle and delicate.

Seeing Lin Lang closing his eyes and enjoying the massage comfortably without saying anything, Zhou Mengyao massaged him more gently and attentively.

She bent down and began to massage Lin Lang's thighs.

Zhou Mengyao's hand gently rested on the back of his thigh, starting from below the buttocks, and slowly pressed down.

Her fingers dug into the muscles of his legs and then slowly released them, as if she was feeling the elasticity of his muscles.

Her movements were very gentle, fearing that using too much force would make Lin Lang uncomfortable. Her eyes were full of seriousness, as if this was not a massage, but the completion of an extremely important task.

Lin Lang only felt waves of comfortable touch on his thighs. The gentle force spread along his muscles, making him almost melt on the soft bed.

He was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, only occasionally letting out a low hum, as if responding to Zhou Mengyao's tenderness.

Finally, Zhou Mengyao's hand moved to Lin Lang's calf.

She gently lifted Lin Lang's calf, bent his legs slightly, and then used her palm to rub from the back of the knee to the ankle.

Lin Lang's breathing became increasingly steady, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

During the entire massage process, Zhou Mengyao remained focused and gentle. Even a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she had no intention of stopping.

She watched Lin Lang becoming more and more relaxed, listened to his even breathing, and her heart was filled with joy. As long as she could make him feel comfortable and have a good sleep, what did this little bit of tiredness matter?

Maybe this is love!

That was her deskmate, and her love for Lin Lang was pure and unadulterated!

Lin Lang had already completely fallen for this gentle massage.

He felt like he was floating in warm water, every inch of his skin was being cared for, and all his fatigue and irritability disappeared without a trace.

His consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only the warmth of Zhou Mengyao's fingertips and the breath that made him feel at ease. Unknowingly, he fell into a deep sleep, and his breathing became longer and steady.

Zhou Mengyao looked at Lin Lang sleeping soundly, the corners of her mouth curled up, she stood up from the bed, stretched her muscles and stretched.

Then she tiptoed onto the bed and lay down beside Lin Lang.

Zhou Mengyao lay on her side, her elbow resting on the pillow, her palm gently supporting her chin, staring motionlessly at Lin Lang's sleeping face, the obsession in her eyes almost overflowing.

His brows were relaxed when he was asleep, and his usually sharp jawline appeared extraordinarily smooth under the soft light, softening even his well-defined profile.

He has a high nose bridge and a slightly rounded nose tip. When he breathes, his nostrils twitch gently in an even rhythm, giving him the naive look of a sunny, young boy.

The curve of his lips was very natural. He usually spoke in a casual and ruffian manner, but now that he pursed his lips, he exuded a reassuring calmness.

Looking at Lin Lang's handsome sleeping face, Zhou Mengyao's heart softened all of a sudden, and the corners of her mouth curved even more sharply.

She stared at Lin Lang like a fangirl for a while.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto Zhou Mengyao's face, casting a soft halo that was warm and comfortable, making her feel that the moment was quiet and beautiful.

With Lin Lang by her side, she felt as if she owned the whole world.

Then, Zhou Mengyao recalled the dream-entering technique that Lin Lang taught her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated her mind, and performed the so-called dream-entering technique according to the method taught by Lin Lang.

She pinched the second joint of her left middle finger with her right thumb and index finger, concentrating her mind and silently reciting Lin Lang's name.

When he silently recited it for the third time, Zhou Mengyao's consciousness and spirit body suddenly dived into Lin Lang's dream.

Zhou Mengyao first felt her vision blurry, and when she came to her senses, she was shocked to find that she was already in Lin Lang's dream.

"Wow! The dream entry technique is truly amazing. I actually succeeded!"

However, when the fog in front of her eyes gradually dissipated, she found that Lin Lang was hugging and kissing Su Wanxing in an unfamiliar room, and it was a passionate, crazy kiss.

"Humph, this scumbag, bad husband actually kissed another woman in his dream. I'm so angry!"

Zhou Mengyao, filled with jealousy, rushed forward and separated Lin Lang and Su Wanxing. Just as she was about to ask Lin Lang who the woman he was kissing was, she was shocked to find that Su Wanxing looked exactly like her.

Zhou Mengyao had never seen Su Wanxing, nor did she know that she had a twin sister in this world, so she mistakenly thought that Lin Lang was kissing her in a dream.

The scene suddenly became awkward.

Before Zhou Mengyao could figure out what was going on, Su Wanxing, who was taking a nap, was awakened by the fright.

Su Wanxing suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed in the master bedroom of the new house that Lin Lang bought for her, her heart still beating wildly.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said weakly to herself, "What's going on?

"Do I miss Lin Lang too much?"

"How could I dream of kissing him while taking a nap, and then be startled awake by Zhou Mengyao's sudden appearance!"

"This Zhou Mengyao is almost annoying me to death. She has already brought troubles to my life. Could she really be my lost twin sister?"

"Should I find a chance to meet her?"

Su Wanxing picked up the water cup on the bedside table and took a sip of honey grapefruit water to calm herself down.

Then, she looked at the poster of Lin Lang's boxing match on the bedroom wall, a warm and healing smile appeared on her face, and she giggled, "It seems that I love Lin Lang too much. I even dream about kissing him. It's so embarrassing..."

At the same time, Zhou Mengyao in Lin Lang's dream had watched Su Wanxing's figure gradually fade away like smoke, and finally disappeared completely in the dream. Only she and Lin Lang were left around.

Zhou Mengyao, who was bewildered, was about to open her mouth to say something when Lin Lang hugged her into his arms, with a playful smile on his face and his eyes shining brightly: "Wife, it seems that you have successfully learned the art of entering dreams."

"Husband, what happened just now?" Zhou Mengyao was still a little confused and asked subconsciously.