Qie Xieling had rarely Had spring dreams growing up, but when he did, it was always so vague but quite a memorable experience. This time, however, it was a little vivid when compared to before.
At some point, he thought maybe he wasn't dreaming because it felt so good. But when he recalled that Luo Muchen was trapped in the body of a little dragon, he shrugged it off and continued.
He was desperate for skinship after those drugs took effect, so he didn't think. If this dream could help him relieve the discomfort, he would eagerly participate.
When his arms were pinned at the top of his head, he couldn't help but beg him while his waist twisted uncomfortably.
King Luo glanced down at those red lips Eling had been biting down on from the discomfort.
He pursed his lips and pulled down Eling's chin forcing his lips apart. In the back of his mind, he convinced himself that it was because he didn't want Eling to hurt himself, but why did he even care?
