Chuzheng was once again haunted by those charming images in her dreams at night.
Ever since Xun Yin began learning knowledge from the outside world, Chuzheng hadn't experienced such dreams.
Who knew they would start again today.
The little thing needs to be tidied up.
Chuzheng sat up in bed, took a shallow breath, and fanned herself with her clothes.
She looked in the direction of the Beauty Couch.
Chuzheng woke up, and the dream was interrupted. Xun Yin was awake at this time, but what he was thinking in his mind was known only to him.
Suddenly, Xun Yin felt a darkness beside him, and then someone squeezed onto the already cramped Beauty Couch.
Xun Yin's body stiffened, and before he could react, he was embraced.
"Xun Yin, I warned you not to let me have that kind of dream again," Chuzheng's gloomy voice rose from the darkness.
Xun Yin suppressed his emotions and smiled in the darkness, "I'm right here, don't you want to try feeling the same as in your dreams?"
"I do."
