"Jianshen..."
Nan Xi called out again.
But the living room was still empty, there was no one at all.
Nan Xi couldn't believe it; she went to the restroom, the balcony, the kitchen, yet all resulted in the same.
Everywhere was empty, not even a trace of his shadow could be seen.
Could it all really have been just a dream?
Now that the dream had ended, she had to accept the reality.
Nan Xi's heart sank instantly, and her mood became very poor.
She indeed had gone mad, to think of dreams so vividly.
She reached out and touched her own lips.
Yesterday evening, they had kissed several times, especially the last two times, he had kissed her so passionately, eagerly, madly.
She even seemed to remember those soft and mellow sensations, remembered his burning breath, his sexy voice, and also remembered the low tone of his voice when moved; but even with her memory so real, it was still fake.
"Nan Xi, you are hopeless," she said.
She punched her head, feeling extremely annoyed.
