"I know you're awake."
The voice echoed through the space, condescending, as if looking down on all living beings.
Isabella Lindsey also dropped the pretense, speaking coldly, "Why are you in my room in the middle of the night, not sleeping?"
"To sleep with you." Julian Johnsons replied with an amorous tone.
"Dream on!" Isabella retorted, slightly angry.
"I'm dreaming right now." Julian chuckled wickedly.
Isabella didn't want to say more, so she tried to get out of bed, but Julian quickly pressed down on the blanket with his hand, speaking gently, "No need to be nervous, sleeping can be very innocent."
Then.
He turned gracefully and lay flat on the other side of the large bed.
A safe distance was maintained between them.
This scene.
Seemed familiar...
It surged into her mind all at once.
Many years ago.
She had once laid opposite a little boy, in a small wooden house, on a bamboo bed...
That was the most beautiful period in her past.
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