Jin Yan drank a lot of wine, with a fresh scent, a bit sweet, and that familiar taste he couldn't forget, even in his dreams.
His heart ached slightly, uncomfortable with the dream, his brow creased, his body moved slightly, "Ticklish..."
Tao Siran looked at her, said nothing, merely lowered his head slightly, then gently placed a kiss on her forehead, a kiss filled with pity, respect, and apology.
Jin Yan opened her eyes slightly, thinking she was dreaming again.
After all, over the years, she had dreamt of Tao Siran countless times.
At this moment, looking at the face so close to her, she thought she was in a dream, and softly called out, "Tao Siran..."
Today's dream seemed different from usual because the man in the dream actually responded to her, saying gently, "Yes, it's me..."
"You're a bastard!!" she cursed, but then suddenly tilted her head to kiss his lips, finally biting his lip.
As if in revenge, as if venting, also as if feeling wronged.
