Time seemed to pass very quickly in the dream.
Lulu squatted beside him, wanting to reach out and touch him.
His hands flashed past, but he couldn't touch anything.
However, the man would occasionally stare at her in a daze. When she raised her hand to touch his cheek, he would reach out and cover it with his hand.
He clearly couldn't feel anything.
"Don't be silly. Don't be so silly. She's just a rock that can't be heated."
"Jiang Jiang, I'm willing to marry you. I'm willing to marry you in my seventh life. Don't be stupid, don't be stupid, okay?" Lulu knew that he couldn't hear her, but she couldn't help but crouch beside his ear and whisper.
He was the Seventh Young Master of the Monster Race.
During these three days, the man did nothing but kneel in the stone room and stroke the puppet.
Lulu would sometimes hug her knees helplessly and squat indoors in a daze, but she did not notice the man's infatuated gaze following her.
