Dream After Dream

Li Wei smacked his lips. His mouth wanted to replace his brain with the aftertaste of the last trace of charm left in the previous dream. "Hi~ By the way, at the end of that dream, did I stuff that thing into my mouth? What did I think at that time? Wouldn't you prick your mouth in that pitch-black jungle? I always feel that in the last dream, I seemed to have a special preference for the act of eating. ... I wonder what that stuff tastes like? Now I am not so impulsive, but I am still a little bit curious. " Li Wei, who spoke with a hint of regret, was unambiguous in his finger movements.