Wei Anning stared blankly at the ceiling, her hand covering her eyes as she thought of the dream she had, How could she have such an absurd dream? She was utterly embarrassed.
Leng Youchen had woken up early but was reluctant to get out of bed, wanting to spend a little more time being affectionate with his wife.
When Wei Anning finally kicked off the covers and woke up, he knew it; he watched her as her face turned as red as a ripe tomato and, in a good mood, teased her, "What kind of inappropriate dream did you have, my dear wife?"
Wei Anning turned her head and met a pair of deep, dark phoenix eyes, which unexpectedly reminded her of last night's madness on the air mattress. She immediately averted her gaze, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
Biting her lip, she stammered, "I, I need to use the restroom."
After speaking, she propped herself up to sit, but her body was aching and so weak that she flopped back onto the bed, now even more fearful of meeting Leng Youchen's eyes.
