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Su Miaomiao threw the wine glass, held that face with both hands, touched it, pinched it, rubbed it.
Until the cold, pale skin was rubbed red by her.
Yet Xie Yuan's expression didn't change at all, leaving Su Miaomiao feeling utterly defeated.
"So, it's really a dream, there's no pain at all!"
Her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the floor.
The next moment, she was scooped up in a bridal carry and taken straight into her room.
"Turning a heart-clearing trip into a drunken spree, Mrs. Xie, you're being naughty!"
Su Miaomiao was full of anger and kicked at his face with her leg.
"What's it to you if I'm naughty or not? Make it clear, you're just a figure in my dreams, I'm the master of this dream realm, and you, my puppet, now kneel down and call me master."
Xie Yuan knelt on one knee and put her on the bed.
"Master?"
He spoke with thin lips slightly parted, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Damn it, even in a dream his voice was too seductive.
