Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was very upset, struggling to wake up, no matter what she was, she couldn't wake up.

She groaned impatiently, and wanted to shrink back, but she was as if she was being clicked by an ancient acupuncture master, unable to move at all.

When being forced in, Song Qinghuan felt that dreams were dreams.

Had he ever been so gentle at this moment, for fear of hurting her, carefully rubbing and tossing around her body, and kissing her cheek and lips gently.

This dream is too strange, it should be a dream in theory, so it should not be so strong in the senses.

Not only could she clearly smell his taste and breath, but she could also feel the puffiness and numbness of her body, spreading from the ups and downs all the way to the bottom of her heart.

Song Qinghuan's eyebrows were tightly twisted, and the more important thing was that the feeling was too clear, it didn't seem to be a dream at all, and she couldn't do it even if she wanted to ignore it.

So all of this makes people feel dreamy, but his actions and styles are completely different.

She didn't know whether it made any sound or not, she only knew a kind of torment of ice and fire, which made her uncomfortable and almost crazy.

She didn't want it, she couldn't do so much, her whole body shook gently like a spasm, but he just refused to stop, still rubbing gently.

My mind gradually went blank, and finally I couldn't remember anything, and my body fell before my will.

Whether it was a dream or not, Song Qinghuan couldn't think anymore, her consciousness seemed to be floating in the clouds, becoming thinner and thinner, and finally she couldn't feel anything.

The morning sun shines through the curtains into the room.

Song Qinghuan, who was sleeping comfortably, suddenly seemed to feel something and sat up quickly.

His head was a little dizzy, and when Song Qinghuan sat up, he could still feel the double image.

She raised her hand and beat her head lightly, and a scene from the "dream" appeared in her head immediately.

Song Qinghuan was taken aback, and quickly opened the quilt to check, and found that he was lying on the bed and the bathrobe was also well worn, as if nothing had happened.

So, is it a dream? It's really a dream.

Song Qinghuan held her head and sat on the bed thinking for a long time, God, why did she have such a dream, what was she thinking? Is there a certain illusion deep in my heart about the man who hurt her?

This possibility made Song Qinghuan extremely despise herself.

When she got off the bed, she realized that Jun Mei was not in the house. Where did she go? Song Qinghuan took the phone to Mei Jun.

Last night, Mei Jun, of course, wouldn't sleep in the same room with Song Qinghuan, but she couldn't tell Song Qinghuan, so she said that she got up early and went to the restaurant for breakfast. Seeing Song Qinghuan was still asleep, she didn't call her.