Zhao Hui Zhi lay on the sofa, her delicate eyebrows knitted tightly, her petite body trembling slightly from time to time.
Although she was asleep, she had a vague sense of awareness.
She knew she was having a lot of dreams, each one absurd, the kind of spring dreams, and, strangely enough, Dr. Xia was in every single one.
Perhaps it was because of that experience on the subway!
She had dreamt a few times before, dreamt of Dr. Xia, always thinking about his might and warmth.
But what was even stranger was that every time she was about to successfully seduce him, to consume Dr. Xia, he would suddenly stop, turn on her, and scold her for being shameless, for having no shame.
How strange, it wasn't like this in those previous spring dreams.
