Feng Yi tried to open his eyes but struggled as his vision was shrouded. Of course, he also wanted to speak, yet even his mouth was tightly gagged, and with his terrible physical condition, he couldn't muster much strength. At this moment, he was just like a rice dumpling, and it was certain that during this semi-conscious state, he could distinctly feel Mengdie's breath was incredibly close to his, so close that face to face, mouth to mouth, lip to lip seemed almost attainable, along with the warmth and scent transferring from Mengdie's soft and delicate body, and even, well, that must be the touch of skin to skin...
Feng Yi woke up and fell asleep several times... He couldn't be sure whether the words he heard were hallucinations or part of a real dream. Either way, this sleep was certainly refreshing.
