She froze, he actually knew.
The tone of his voice was extremely annoyed by her, so why would he still want to consummate their marriage?
He carried her towards the bed, and her line of sight caught his sharp, well-defined jawline—it was so sleek and yet so stern.
As he tossed her onto the bed and climbed atop her...
Leng Yu Yan woke up from her dream!
Drenched in a cold sweat, she sat up in bed.
The commotion woke Miao Zhu, who rubbed her eyes and looked at her. By the dim moonlight coming through the window, she could only see her Commandery Princess sitting up, her chest heaving as if she were taking deep breaths.
"Commandery Princess, what's the matter?" Miao Zhu asked with concern. "Another nightmare?"
The nightmare she referred to was about her being bullied by him.
Leng Yu Yan shook her head; this time, the dream didn't revisit the scenes of her being tormented by him. Instead, she dreamed about the prequel to those earlier dreams.
