Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

She knew that with her by his side, he would never fully recover.

They communicated with tacit understanding in their eyes, killing each other a thousand times every day.

A tacit understanding in their gaze reveals a love that needs no words.

Despite the difficulties and hardships in caring for him, she never backed down.

She knew he needed her protection and companionship.

Just as she needed him.

Their relationship transcended the surface of life, becoming an unconditional love-hate relationship.

In my memory, the two were fellow disciples and childhood sweethearts.

How did things come to this point, this love-hate relationship...?

Fan Zuishou suffered a qi deviation during his cultivation practice and was later bewitched by the demon race. As a result, he betrayed his master, destroyed his ancestors, and ruined his sect.

The witch was also... you know.

Afterwards, the witch fled far away, and by chance, she obtained an extraordinary opportunity.

After years of seclusion, his cultivation breakthrough was achieved, and his divine skills reached perfection.

Therefore, they came to seek revenge against Fan Zui.

In the final battle, Fan Zui was defeated.

His cultivation was destroyed, and he was beaten into this state by the witch.

When women go crazy, men have nothing to do with them.

Actually, the witch should have killed him to vent her anger.

But in the end, I love you too much, so I can't bear to part with you.

In the end, he crippled his cultivation, gave him a severe beating, and then took him to live in seclusion in the mountains, where he was carefully cared for.

Many years have passed, and Fan Zui is still unable to recover.

Because the witch will always prevent him from being cured.

My mind is clear.

It means I can't move.

He let her bully him without any power to fight back.

Fan Zui: "..."

What kind of script is this?

If the screenwriter dares to write it, will the director dare to film it?

What are you talking about?

He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

It's probably because the witch now suspects his identity that she has this kind of dream.

But isn't that a bit too harsh?

She's truly a witch.

He opened his eyes and found himself soaking in the bathtub.

The bathtub was large enough that the witch sat on the other side.

Steam rose and mist filled the air as she washed and dressed.

"..."

Steam rose from the bathtub as the witch bathed in the hot water.

Her skin was hazy, like a flower in water, and her skin was snow-white and translucent.

She gently washed herself, like a fairy dancing in amber.

Her slender fingers gently twirled her purple hair, like starlight twinkling in the night.

The morning glow paints the gauze with vibrant colors, and water droplets roll down like pearls.

She hid in the steam, her figure as graceful as a water lily, inspiring the imagination.

The moist skin exudes a fragrance that permeates the heart and soul.

The scene in the bathroom was like a painting, alluring and hazy, exuding charm and captivating the heart.

Fan Zui swallowed hard.

If he could move even slightly, the witch wouldn't be so arrogant.

Sharing a bathtub is practically a provocation.

After an unknown amount of time, the rushing water finally stopped.

After that, the witch began to bathe him.

She gently and delicately bathed him.

Her fingertips, like a gentle breeze in early spring, caressed his skin.

Warm water dripped down, moistening his body and wiping away his fatigue.

The incredibly gentle gestures seemed to convey profound emotions.

With loving eyes, she gazed at him, gently dropping drops of hot water onto his shoulder, slowly running them down his neck, expressing her boundless care for him.

Her fingers danced over his body, bringing him warmth and comfort with each movement.

Carefully cleanse every inch of your skin, transforming it into deep affection.

Under the care of the female protagonist, the male protagonist feels the return of vitality and the warmth of love.

But I'm really afraid she'll suddenly rip my heart out...

The process of taking a bath became a tender moment between the two, bringing them closer and making them feel more together.

The witch's movements were gentle and focused, as if she existed in the world only for him, only for his happiness and joy.

Every gesture was filled with boundless love and warmth, as if her heart was always closely connected with his.

As Fan Zui soaked in the warm water, he felt the care and warmth from the female lead, and his heart was filled with joy, experiencing a deep sense of happiness and contentment.

Suddenly, the witch bit him hard on the shoulder.

The witch's teeth were sharp, and she bit down hard on his shoulder. A sharp pain shot through his body, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his heart.

Pain is like a merciless claw, gripping the shoulder tightly, ravaging the nerve endings, making one gasp in agony.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the woman's gritted teeth and her own painful cries echoing in the air.

The woman's teeth marks on her shoulder were branded by pain, a mark she could never forget.

"Okay, that way you won't forget me."

"..."

Fan Zui felt utterly helpless.

This woman is indeed a witch; she's capable of anything.

Now he has two teeth marks on his shoulder.

"Witch..."

He finally spoke.

The woman paused slightly, seemingly surprised that he had actually woken up.

Upon seeing her actions, Fan Zui immediately understood that the witch was not awake at this moment.

She was still in a dream.

Along with the mist, a rich and fragrant witch's scent wafted to my nose.

Mixed with the fragrance of flowers, it permeates the air, alluring and captivating.

The sound of dripping water seems to tell a quiet and private story, nourishing the body little by little.

"Witch? I like that title!"

Having said that, the witch waved her hand and threw him, which landed on the large bed.

Dreams may change a thousand times, but the bed remains forever.

"Today, I will make you wish you were dead!" With that, the witch flew over.

The exchange ended two hours later.

At this moment, the witch had already awakened.

Actually, she had already woken up.

Sometimes, Fan Zui really couldn't understand this woman.

I can't figure out what's going on in her mind.