In his dream, he held Yu Youyao's hand and she bumped into his arms. Under the dim light, her lips were aromatic and tugged at his heartstrings.
His breathing was strong, and his heart was beating like a drum. He subconsciously lowered his head and pressed the tip of his nose against hers.
This time, he did not pull away.
He was originally aggressive, but when his lips were about to fall, she became careful. She was young and inexperienced, infatuated but gentle. Yu Youyao's eyes were red and moist. She was like an apricot, delicate and innocent, but as gentle as water.
For the first time in his life, Zhou Linghuai had the urge to bully her.
He bullied her until she cried.
Zhou Linghuai suddenly woke up.
Late at night, there was only a small lamp left in the room. It was covered by a lamp shade, making it even darker and hazy.
