Gu Ran could no longer continue thinking about it, he was worried he would dream of being smothered by He Qingyan's foot clad in a sock.
Or having his wounds treated with her saliva.
Let's stick with mosquito bites, the word 'wound' makes it too easy to dream of other things...
Gu Ran felt himself becoming increasingly perverted.
Is this the fate of a mental health professional?
Gu Ran dreamed about He Qingyan.
In the psychological counseling room at Haicheng International High School, she sat on the desk, while he sat on the office chair.
Her foot was near his nose, her toes wrapped in cotton socks touched the tip of his nose.
The soft touch, and the faint scent of fabric softener—sorry, he breathed it in subconsciously, definitely not a sniff.
"As expected, you dreamed about me." He Qingyan's other leg was bent on the desk, her radiant and delicate face resting on her knee, smiling down at Gu Ran.
