It's that dream again, He Juan came to a realization the moment he found himself in a familiar setting.
While it did not torment his nights daily as his nightmares frequently did, it was still often enough that He Juan had started to decipher the pattern.
A vaguely familiar room, with a bed full of thick beddings and blankets. A lithe and slender figure was sprawled in the middle, clad in an oversized shirt with its hem raked up, revealing a sliver of flat tummy and porcelain skin. On the other hand, He Juan… he was hovering above the said figure, slipping his hand into the other person's shirt and enjoying the feel of the silky, satiny skin against his rough palm.
