Xia Mian shrank uneasily. Logically speaking, dreaming about the person you like is not a nightmare, but the person in the dream who always had an unknown smile moved his hands up and down... However, this was not an erotic dream. Fang Zhuo buried his head in his neck and murmured, "Mianmian, Amian..."
Xia Mian woke up with a start and found that she was being held by an arm and lying on Fang Zhuo's shoulder. Seeing that Xia Mian was awake, Fang Zhuo propped up his head, his eyes under his sword-shaped brows filled with smiles.
"Amian, are you having a nightmare?"
Xia Mian covered her face with her hands, and after a long time, she suppressed her words, "Fuck your mother."