Mu Chen is dreaming.
Although he has realized that he is in a dream, his consciousness cannot return to reality.
There is nothingness all around, except for the light in front of me.
In the light, a holy woman sat cross-legged.
Thousands of scrolls in the sky cannot describe His enchantment, and the world's talented people cannot describe His charm.
He is so beautiful that in just a moment, the young man is intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
"I lost it~~~!"
Mu Chen wiped his hands on his pants excitedly, with a smirk on his face, thinking it was time for Qing Meng.
He pounced on her recklessly, eager to enjoy this hard-won erotic dream.
However, the next scene was not what Mu Chen expected.
The mysterious woman remained indifferent.
The body moved slightly, and the jade finger gently pointed at Mu Chen's eyebrows, freezing him in mid-air.
"I am your god——!"
