Dongfang Mingyue lowered her hand, her eyes somewhat evasive: "No, I'm not uncomfortable... it's just... I had a dream."
"A dream?" Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, she immediately sat by the bed, leaning closer, "What did you dream about? Seeing your face so red, did you dream about a handsome guy?"
Mentioning this, Dongfang Mingyue's face turned even redder: "Mm... I dreamed of a man. I-I even initiated a hug with him."
"Wow!" Xiaoyu instantly became excited, gently shaking Dongfang Mingyue's arm, "Miss, miss! Was he handsome? Is he your type? What else did you do in the dream?"
"Why are you so nosy!" Dongfang Mingyue was embarrassed and annoyed, reaching out to gently tap Xiaoyu's forehead with her finger, pushing her back.
"Ah, miss, I'm just curious!" Xiaoyu persisted, shaking her arm coyly, "Just tell me a little, just a bit!"
Seeing Xiaoyu's pitiful look, Dongfang Mingyue sighed helplessly and had to compromise: "Alright, alright..."
