87 Imaginary Pet
Ethan Han felt a hand on his forehead. It was that familiar soothing touch his imaginary pet would give him and seduce him sometimes. When he looked at her with scorching eyes, he saw her in a sexy pink nightgown.
It was a familiar piece of gown that he had bought and given to Mu Yuexin but he wondered if she had put that on or not. His hazy eyes failed to see her expression clearly, but he guessed she might be smiling seductively at him as usual.
Ethan Han raised his hand to touch her, but he knew most of the time his imagination would crumble at a mere touch. However, this time it appears that it didn't disappear.
Ethan Han grabbed the cold hand of his pet and dragged her towards his face. But even then, that face was unclear. He hugged her with all his might.
'You're like a soft pillow. So warm,' Ethan Han thought and took a deep breath. Unlike the smell of smoke, he smelled the refreshing scent of flowers.
