Pei Zhen was indeed in a deep sleep, but he wasn't free from anxiety.
The mini-van seat, even when fully flat, was nowhere near as comfortable as a bed. And because of that, when Pei Zhen felt the presence of a warm embrace, he unconsciously cuddled up.
Gradually, the tension in his brows relaxed and his fingers curled around tightly, but when he tried to turn, he found himself against a barrier.
He wasn't able to move.
Pei Zhen was talking in his dream, and it was quite melancholic. He recalled a variety show long ago where the conditions were tough, and the director wanted them to sleep in sleeping bags. It was awful.
And at that moment…?
Pei Zhen slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring right into Fu Sichen's deep dark eyes—the abyss—anyone who looked would sink deep into it.
"And so, to preserve your own worthless life, you betrayed your Daddy?"
They were at the banquet.
