Lips entwined, Lu Changchuan felt as if he were in a dream.
Only in dreams would Wanwan be as compliant as she was now, willingly letting him take and ask for whatever he desired.
Lu Changchuan slowly opened his eyes.
Fortunately, it wasn't a dream.
Wanwan was still in front of him.
His palm brushed her silky hair and then rested on her face.
When his thumb slid over her rosy lips, the color in Lu Changchuan's eyes deepened.
Last night was too tense.
Today was too blissful.
His heart fluctuated, giving Lu Changchuan an unreal sense of fantasy.
"I'm glad it's not a dream."
Holding Ye Wan in his embrace, Lu Changchuan whispered with a sigh.
Ye Wan looked up and caught sight of the deep affection sweeping into the man's gaze.
Within the intense inkiness, his gaze was warm and indulgent, fervent as the waves that rise from the sea's surface, as if they could engulf her at any moment.
"Of course it's not a dream."
