This guy didn't even know what he was dreaming about, laughing in such a sleazy way.
"Hey you big-headed ghost, dumb enough for you!" Henry Wheeler flicked his forehead, "Dumbass, I'm leaving, you better go marry a daughter-in-law."
After she spoke, she turned and strode out. Suddenly his voice came from behind her.
"Besides you, I won't marry anyone else, Amelia, I'll wait for you to come back."
Amelia's steps halted, her hand resting on the doorknob, she said without looking back, "Don't wait, I'm a woman without a heart, I can't give you what you want."
"I don't need you to give anything, you just have to accept me, can't I do the rest?"
When she flicked him, he woke up. Both of them clearly understood that both were sober now, yet one pretended to be talking in his sleep, while the other pretended not to see his affection.
"No way, I won't disturb your dream anymore, I was never in there." She opened the door and left without looking back.
