"Huh? Wushuang, we..."
"Chen Tianlong, don't speak!"
Chen Tianlong's mouth was blocked again, this time, Lin Wushuang used her lips to seal it. At this moment, Chen Tianlong felt an indescribable feeling, he wanted to refuse, but was that the right thing to do?
This was the kind of words and genuine actions you would expect from a girl who thought she was dreaming.
Chen Tianlong closed his eyes, letting Lin Wushuang hold him and kiss him.
A few seconds later, the two separated, and Lin Wushuang looked at him with deep affection, tears streaming down her face: "Chen Tianlong, I'm really afraid that when this dream ends, you won't be by my side anymore. Although I usually love arguing with you, often scold you, blame you, but I... I like you."
"Huh?"
Chen Tianlong was stunned. Is this... is this the real young lady? Why does it feel like his brain isn't processing it? Lin Wushuang likes him? Is this a mistake?
"Knock knock knock....."
