Xinglin's words petrified Su Xiaoli in an instant.
She turned around stiffly—
Just as expected.
On Qin Yihan's left shoulder, there was a dark splotch, a deeply soaked water stain.
The air inside the car became instantly quiet.
Awkward.
Silent.
Mortified.
If there were a crack in the ground at this moment, Su Xiaoli would have dived in without a second thought!
She didn't usually have this habit... How could she—
Seeing her face full of discomfort, Qin Yihan couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.
The man pulled the tissue that she had been clutching in her hand and wiped off the remaining water stains on her face, "What dream did you have?"
Su Xiaoli paused and replied honestly, "I dreamt that my husband woke up, and then we had our wedding again..."
After speaking, the girl's face involuntarily flushed red.
"It's normal to drool after a good dream."
