"I can't, you carry me..." Feng Mingyue murmured dazedly. She felt like she was in cloud nine, so dizzy. She couldn't even see everything properly; the face of the man in front of her was divided into four and sometimes, eight. If she was asked to walk, maybe Feng Mingyue would have already bumped into a big tree.
"Why are there so many Brother Yan..." Feng Mingyue looked at the handsome face appearing more than four in puzzlement. "Did I have some weird dream...I'd rather not waking up then..."
Feng Mingyue lowered her head, clutching onto Long Huayan's sleeve, afraid that if she let go, the other party would disappear.
"What is she saying? It sounds so weird..." Long Changlei scratched his head, perplexed.
"When did she become so close with Imperial Uncle? She just called him intimately without title..." Long Luxia's focus was different from Long Changlei.
