There was no telling how much time had passed.
He looked down at her in his arms, and the Lu Weixi in his dream seemed to be filled with grievances, her little eyebrows scrunched up tightly.
Despite his anger, Qin Zhiyou dared not truly hurt her. This woman, when calm, was like a block of ice, unmovable. But when she was arrogantly furious, she was like a spoiled, fierce kitten, scratching until she drew blood and refusing to stop.
He lowered his head, pinching her perky nose lightly with his fingers. As expected, the dreamy Lu Weixi stretched out her claw impatiently, so he just had to catch her hand, falling into her palm, not daring to apply any force, only gently caressing.
Not knowing what the dreamy Lu Weixi was dreaming about, she muttered resentfully, "Qin Zhiyou, you big villain."
