"Why are you staring at me, big brother?" Ye Chaochao, feeling the constant gaze upon her, couldn't help but feel something, and she turned her head with a puzzled look at Shen Wenzhou.
Shen Wenzhou didn't speak, and Ye Chaochao continued, "Is there something on my face, or do I have toothpaste at the corner of my mouth?"
"No," Shen Wenzhou quickly shook his head.
"Then why do you keep staring at me?" As Ye Chaochao spoke, she stuffed another small steamed bun into her mouth, still baffled but not letting it interfere with her breakfast.
"It's nothing, just eat up, we won't have enough time soon," Shen Wenzhou said, not knowing how to explain, and swiftly changed the subject.
After breakfast, the family of three left the house.
...
Although Shen Wenzhou had some strange dreams, he didn't take them to heart.
But later, the frequency of his dreams increased.
