Ning Xia felt the mattress beneath her, surprisingly bouncy. She couldn't stop touching it, marveling at how awesome modern high-tech products were - the texture was just so good!
"Have you touched enough?" A chilly voice came from above her head, bringing waves of coldness with it.
Ning Xia frowned, this persistent little tyrant, how could she even hear his voice in her dream.
"Shut up!" she shouted. "I'll touch if I want to, however I want to touch!"
As she spoke, her hands groped blindly beneath her, and then she looked up proudly.
It was her dream, she called the shots. In her dream, how could he be so arrogant!
Meeting the man's dark, brooding eyes, Ning Xia saw his face contorted with extreme anger, flames practically leaping from his eyes.
She overstepped her bounds, reaching out to pinch the little tyrant's face hard. "Are you mad? Are you really mad? I just love seeing you helpless and annoyed by me!"
