Qin Shen heard this soft voice and instinctively shuddered.
A movement came from inside the blanket, a pale lotus-like arm reached out to him, wrapping around his chest...
Qin Shen felt his body suddenly heat up.
This dream is so realistic.
Beside him is the fragrance of a young girl.
And that face he thinks of day and night.
Qin Shen was moved; if this is a dream, let him indulge for once.
He turned over, her neck's fair skin made him dizzy and numb, only willing to immerse in such emotions.
The figure in his arms was hazy, and her voice carried endless languidness: "Ou Zun..."
*
Xing Meimei and Zhuo Xuan returned together, Zhuo Xuan sat in the back, feeling uneasy.
In the car, everyone was happily chatting and browsing their phones.
Suddenly, a female classmate sighed: "Ou Zun is really handsome, look at him on stage receiving the award, like a Heavenly God, Mù Qiānxún must be so envious."
