I slept too late last night, and deeply too, I can't recall any details clearly.
Of course, she was too embarrassed to ask Gong Beiming about it.
She silently checked the room and found that the door was still securely locked; there weren't any signs of it being forced open.
It seems it was indeed just a vivid dream.
Biting the back of her hand, feeling unhappy, she vowed not to have such bizarre dreams again.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she saw that the sun was already high in the sky.
Gong Beiming, uncharacteristically, hadn't gone to work today, but was instead training at home.
Dressed in a flaming red tracksuit, it showcased his perfect, muscular physique.
Having just finished running, beads of perspiration adorned his forehead, and his handsome face looked dashing under the sunlight.
A strikingly handsome guy, along with a majestic dog, even the morning sun wasn't as dazzling as him.
She grabbed an orange and ate it while admiring the view.
