Xu Wenping's head was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was filled with lead. He almost couldn't sense what was happening in the outside world.
Therefore, what happened next was to rely on the last trace of consciousness to construct a dreamlike scene in his mind. This kind of illusion was mixed with reality.
It was a dream that went back and forth in countless scenes.
The details of the dream were hard to describe. When he woke up the next day, he seemed to have forgotten everything. However, the changes in the dream realm were still determined by the outside world.
Han Xiaoxia's gaze was firm. Then, she pulled down her headband. Her long hair, which was like a waterfall, immediately scattered to both sides. Although it was usually tied up, it was actually a typical long black straight hair, revealing a trace of the beauty of a pure goddess.
Then, she planned to unbutton her shirt.
