Jiang Beiyu had a bizarre dream—or rather, not just one dream, but many.
He dreamt he had grown a head of white hair and was wearing a white robe.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was, he was in bed, a very unfamiliar bed, and a head was resting on his chest, rubbing against him non-stop, a pair of mischievous hands slipping into his robe.
He seemed to have resisted, yet also seemed to have hesitated, but in the end, the owner of the head had taken advantage of him nonetheless.
He ended up holding the person even tighter.
Another scene followed, and the background—how should he describe it?
It seemed familiar, like a school dormitory.
It was still a bed, only this time, it was a bit crowded.
He and a girl were nestled together on the crowded bed.
He looked down, wanting to see the face clearly, and then he did.
At that moment, he was a bit lost for words, but also felt it was natural.
It was Su Nanzhi.
