Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

It's clear that they really put their heart into it.

The only difference is that from now on, Orange will be living in the villa and taking care of his daily life.

The villa has five or six rooms, but of course, it would be perfectly fine to have only one.

After all, such a big bed is big enough for two people to sleep together.

Although his bed wasn't as big as the witch's, big enough for six or seven people to roll around in, it was more than enough for two people to sleep comfortably without feeling crowded at all.

Besides, shouldn't two people squeeze in together when sleeping together...?

One person is resting, two people are sleeping.

To sleep better and more soundly, it's essential to do some pre-sleep exercises.

After helping him finish bathing, Ju Zi blushed and ran away as fast as lightning.

She was originally an extremely innocent blank sheet of paper, knowing very little about anything. Now that Fan Zui has started to paint and draw on her, it often makes her blush and her heart race.

As she ran back to her room, lifting her skirt, and leaned against the door, Ju Zi still couldn't calm down the overwhelming feeling of guilt.

Inside the room, Fan Zui stood by the window looking at the babbling brook outside, his mind filled with the image of Ju Zi's shy and bashful demeanor earlier. How amusing!

As she rubbed her back, a blush gradually rose to her cheeks, as if a pink sunset was gently painting her face.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze revealing a hint of shyness and bashfulness.

Feeling shy, her heart seemed to race; Fan Zui could feel it pounding in her chest, as if it were about to burst out.

Her breathing was rapid and her body trembled slightly.

She gently bit her lower lip, trying to hide her inner panic and nervousness.

She unconsciously ran her fingers through the strands of hair on her forehead, concealing the restless emotions within her.

In the dimly lit room, Ju Zi's posture became soft and charming, her body trembling slightly, like a shy little deer.

Although she was shy, her beauty shone even brighter, as if that moment of shyness made her even more captivating.

He believed that with time and proper guidance, this blank canvas could be transformed into the colors and artwork he desired.

The sound of the wind whistling outside the window was like the gentle sound of countless wings fluttering in the air.

The wind rustled through the treetops, making a soft, whispering sound, like someone's private conversation.

The curtains were blown by the wind, gently rubbing against the window frame and making a faint tremor.

The wind blew through the window and gently brushed against my cheek, like a soft kiss.

Thinking about his upcoming dream cultivation, his mood suddenly became much lighter and more cheerful under the gentle breeze.

After tidying up, I returned to the soft, fragrant bed, closed my eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

"I hope this time, I can have a wonderful and unforgettable dream..."

Even so, he was still somewhat uneasy.

Although he is invincible in the dream world, he is sometimes subject to many restrictions from the outside world or the rules of the dream world.

A witch is a crazy woman who defies common sense; heaven knows what she's thinking every day.

Dreams are created at will, moved by thoughts, and settled by circumstances. How they will ultimately lead and how they will end is completely unpredictable and without any discernible pattern or rule.

In dreams, there are only a few simple and basic unspoken rules that need to be followed.

For example, you can't do that kind of thing in your dreams because you can never have the other person.

However, he might have believed this nonsense when he first entered the dream, but now, after forcibly inserting himself into it multiple times, he finally understood a truth.

In dreams, rules and impossibilities simply do not exist.

Everything is possible.

Although he was the man the witch could never have.

However, that only applies to relatively stable and normal situations within a dream.

Everything in the world exists in a relative way; where there is normal, there is also abnormal.

In certain special circumstances, two people may be able to communicate in spirit within a dream.

Whether this will be carried over into reality remains to be seen.

After all, even the creators of dreams cannot fully explain or understand the nature of dreams.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Black, too dark.

It was pitch black.

Is it possible that dreams are also filled with darkness?

After trying hard and deliberately blinking a few times, he finally realized that it was indeed nighttime all around him.

However, at this moment, his eyes were covered.

My subconscious thought was, "Is this witch up to something bad again?"

After all, everything that happened here was a dream she had created.

Only a very small portion of it was made with minimal alterations based on the rules of her dreams.

Just as she was about to reach out and remove the delicate silk scarf from his eyes, she suddenly realized that he seemed to be bound by some kind of force, unable to move an inch.

Even twisting left or right is difficult.

The feeling of having your eyes covered is very strange. Darkness quickly blocks out the world, and without visual stimulation, you feel as if you are isolated in your own thoughts and ideas.

Darkness enveloped the entire eye, creating a sense of disorientation and unease, leaving one reliant on other senses, focusing on hearing, touch, and smell.

However, closing one door naturally opens another window.

At this moment, his hearing, touch, and smell seemed to have become much stronger than before.

"Witch, what are you playing at? Quickly release my seal and give me my freedom, or you know the consequences. I'll strip you naked and have my way with you!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered another crucial rule from the dream.

When she first entered the dream, the witch was completely unaware of it. She had no idea that it was a dream, and everything was happening naturally.

Only when stimulated by something or awakened by him can the witch wake up from her hazy dream and regain her self-awareness.

Before that, everything she did was in accordance with the events created by the main rules of the dream.

But now, he is completely bound and unable to break free. How can he awaken the witch?

"In my dreams, I am invincible; no power can bind or imprison me."

In his mind, he began to use the first rule of dreams that he had previously figured out.

However, he was soon dumbfounded.

Because the invincible power that never fails to work and the corresponding first rule of the dream realm have no effect whatsoever.

It's no longer working!

In an instant, he suddenly felt a cool sensation on his skin.

Just then, a sudden, gentle breeze seemed to be telling him something extremely cruel.

He wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing...

He's been restrained and unable to move, completely naked—what's going on here?!

Chapter 97 [Let go of that man, let me handle it] (Please subscribe)

Suddenly, clear footsteps approached from afar and echoed through the room.

Just listening to the rhythmic and captivating footsteps, he subconsciously imagined the graceful posture and gait of the person walking.

She swayed her delicate hips as she walked, displaying an extremely alluring posture.

Each step she took carried a unique allure; her hips swayed gently, like an elegant paintbrush dancing in the air.

Her waist twisted slightly, accentuating her alluring curves, and her steps were light yet powerful, exuding an irresistible sex appeal.

If such a seductive woman suddenly appeared in a crowded place, her alluring gait would inevitably draw everyone's attention.

Her every move was like a captivating melody, flowing through the air and drawing everyone's attention.

"Witch, what are you up to in this pitch black? Wake up and let me go, don't waste my cultivation time."

His tone was somewhat calm and unrestrained, yet it carried a hint of negotiation.

This is a way of getting along with the witch that he developed over a long period of time by immersing himself in her dreams, a way of maintaining a harmonious relationship without interfering with her.

"I like the title 'witch,' little brother. Don't worry, I'll reward you handsomely in a little while. I guarantee you'll have countless wonderful experiences and enjoyments that even the gods can't resist."

This sound...

She's not a witch!

Fan Zui was startled and then a sense of panic suddenly arose in his heart.

what's the situation!