After getting ready, Yun Qiluo lay in Yan Yan's arms at night, sleeping particularly sweetly.
She even dreamed of dancing with the beautiful woman.
But towards the end, for some reason, the scene changed to that day in the cinema.
The scene where he kissed her.
Perhaps because she had experienced it herself, everything in the dream felt exceptionally real.
Even his warmth and his breath were vividly clear.
Yun Qiluo couldn't help but clench her little hand, her heart racing once again.
But in the dream, she didn't go blank again; she felt everything even more clearly.
When she woke up, she opened her eyes, and her heart still retained that feeling of fluttering.
She couldn't help but cover her little heart.
Looking to the side, the man was still asleep, his large hand with a strong sense of possessiveness tightly encircling her waist, his stunning face peaceful and gentle.
The young girl's gaze instinctively fell on his slightly pursed, extremely attractive thin lips.
