Duan Feihan saw her looking at him with a rather odd expression, and suddenly, he changed his words, "You're right, having X-rated dreams is more interesting."
Bai Chuwei: "..." I didn't say that.
He casually tossed the small booklet he held onto the grass beside him and his long arm captured her pale wrist.
Don't think that because this is a dream you can do whatever you want!
He leaned in closer and closer until his faint scent was distinctly discernible. Bai Chuwei caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye that the dream scene was actually starting to change.
At the instant he was about to touch her, the dream shattered. Duan Feihan opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling. It was pitch dark as the lights were off during the night, and right beside him, two lantern-sized eyes were staring at him, intermittently licking his arm with a snake-like tongue. A series of urgent knocks came from outside the door.
