It was a nap that was unbeatably comfortable.
In his dream, he was a teenager again. He fell ill, and the Genius Buddy from next door was more anxious than he was. Genius Buddy embraced him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
The embrace felt safe and warm.
It was like he felt at that moment.
Pei Zhen sighed in contentment, unconsciously twitched a little, and then gave another soft sigh.
It came from the top of his head.
His brain told him—that was not you sighing.
Who was it then?
Pei Zhen was startled and broke out in cold sweat, and his eyes snapped open in a flash. A dashing face that could send millions of girls shrieking registered in his vision—the face belonging to Fu Sichen.
"Damn!"
In a rage, and without a second thought, Pei Zhen's hand curled into a tight fist and delivered a vicious punch!
And so, Fu Sichen's peaceful sleep didn't last very long.
