In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Amid Li Zimo's gentle comfort, Xie Xiran's crying gradually became weaker and eventually turned into intermittent sobs.

She raised her hand and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, her eyes flashing with complex emotions, including painful memories of the past and confusion and anxiety about the future.

Seeing this, Li Zimo's eyes flashed with heartache and pity.

He slowly stood up, walked to Xie Xiran, stretched out his hand, and gently pulled her into his arms.

Xie Xiran's body stiffened slightly, but then she became unusually well-behaved because of the constraints of the contract. She allowed Li Zimo's embrace to give her a moment of warmth and comfort.

"Xiran, you are only thirty years old, and you still have a long life ahead of you."

Li Zimo's voice was low and magnetic, and his words were full of expectations and care for Xie Xiran's future.

"Don't let hatred bind your heart, and don't let the pain of the past hinder your progress. You must believe that one day, you will find your own happiness and light."

As he spoke, Li Zimo hugged Xie Xiran's waist even tighter. The slender and flexible touch made his heart move.

Xie Xiran has an excellent waist-to-hip ratio, with her perky buttocks forming a sharp contrast with her slender waist, adding a bit of feminine charm.

Her breasts trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her breathing, as if telling of the complex emotions in her heart.

In Li Zimo's arms, Xie Xiran felt an indescribable warmth and sense of security.

Although resentment and unwillingness still flickered in her eyes, her body involuntarily relaxed under the warmth.

She closed her eyes and let herself immerse in this rare intimacy and warmth.

At this moment, Li Zimo suddenly lowered his head and gently kissed Xie Xiran's lips.

A hint of surprise and panic flashed across Xie Xiran's eyes, but then came a deep sense of powerlessness.

She couldn't resist Li Zimo's gentleness and dominance, and could only let herself be hugged and kissed tightly by him.

The kiss deepened, and both of their breathing became rapid.

Two red clouds appeared on Xie Xiran's cheeks, and her face was as red as a rosy cloud.

She felt Li Zimo's passion and love, but at the same time she was also clearly aware that this emotion was mixed with too many complexities and contradictions.

She wanted to break free, but couldn't resist; she wanted to refuse, but couldn't speak.

Finally, when the kiss ended, both of them looked a little breathless.

Li Zimo let go of Xie Xiran, put his arms around her slender and soft waist, and looked at her tenderly.

Xie Xiran lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Li Zimo's eyes. Her heart was filled with complex emotions and struggles.

She knew that the story between her and Li Zimo was far from over, and the road ahead would be even more difficult and unknown.

Li Zimo knew that the time had not come yet, so he gently let go of Xie Xiran and said with a smile:

"It's late, you should go back early."

When Xie Xiran heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She had never expected that Li Zimo could be so restrained in front of a woman like her.

This unexpected change of opinion quietly took root in her heart, but was then gently shaken by Li Zimo's next words.

Noticing that Xie Xiran seemed hesitant and unwilling to leave, Li Zimo deliberately joked in a relaxed tone:

"Why? Madam Xie, are you reluctant to leave and want to stay and spend this wonderful night with me?"

This was originally a joke, but it instantly dissipated Xie Xiran's good impression of him. She secretly thought that he was also a playboy who liked to tease people, and she had never had such thoughts.

However, due to the invisible soul contract, Xie Xiran had to go against his true inner thoughts and answered submissively:

"Yes, sir. Xiran wants to stay and serve you tonight."

As she spoke, she walked towards Li Zimo, her hands unconsciously began to unbutton his clothes, and she whispered softly:

"Xiran, please help the young master undress."

But her heart was like a raging sea, constantly roaring:

No, this is not what I mean. I want to leave. Damn this contract!

Li Zimo could naturally feel Xie Xiran's contradictions and struggles, and he also understood that this was due to the contract.

He gently hugged Xie Xiran, soothing her anxiety with his actions, and then gently kissed her seductive red lips.

Xie Xiran closed her eyes, and even though she was unwilling, she couldn't help but respond to the kiss.

After the kiss, the two of them breathed slightly, and the air was filled with an indescribable ambiguity and complexity.

Next, Xie Xiran stretched out her white and tender little hands, took the initiative to unbutton Li Zimo's coat, and took off her own dress.

Her cheeks flushed, and she felt deeply shy and helpless about this involuntary intimate act.

She repeatedly denied in her heart that this was not her true self, it was the contract that was causing the problem.

However, even in such struggle and resistance, a subtle emotion quietly grew between the two.

Li Zimo's eyes passed through the veil and fell on Xie Xiran's soft and slightly shy body. He smiled slightly and suggested:

"Xiran, how about you dance for me?"

There was a subtle hint of tenderness and expectation in his voice.

Xie Xiran's cheeks flushed, and she nodded gently, her voice soft and submissive:

"Okay, son."

Then she slowly walked to the center of the room, as if she was stepping onto a stage that belonged only to her.

The veil fluttered gently as she danced, like the softest clouds in the night sky, wrapping her graceful figure.

Her dance moves are light and graceful, and every step shows her softness and rhythm just right.

The white and tender jade feet tapped lightly on the ground, and the slender waist that could be held in one hand twisted to the melody, as if the whole world was captivated by it.

Although she was full of shyness and contradictions in her heart, Xie Xiran still tried her best to devote herself to the dance.

She thought that at least dancing allowed her to maintain a bit of dignity and self-esteem, which was better than more intimate contact.

However, whenever her eyes accidentally met Li Zimo's, his deep gaze always made her heart beat faster and her shyness even worse.

She felt as if she was doing something that was not only unfair to her late husband but also against her own wishes, but the constraints of the soul contract prevented her from breaking free.

The dance gradually reached its climax. Xie Xiran was panting and sweating profusely, but she still persisted, using every movement to interpret her inner struggle and release.

Finally, the song ended, she stopped dancing, stood there breathing slightly, with a lingering blush on her face.

Seeing this, Li Zimo walked up to her gently, put his arms around her waist, and gently kissed her red lips.

Then he said softly:

"You go back first."

Hearing this, Xie Xiran felt an inexplicable sense of relief and ease in his heart.

"Yes, son."

She nodded quickly in agreement, and this time, her actions seemed unusually proactive and eager.

She quickly put on her dress, tidied her appearance, then turned and fled from this room full of temptations and contradictions.

During the escape, she secretly thanked her lucky stars that she could still maintain the purity of her body. The inconsistent state of body and mind that caused her to involuntarily respond to Li Zimo's request just now really made her uncomfortable.