An Xiaoyu looked up at Shen Yufeng in a bit of a panic, meeting his gaze - those deep, inscrutable eyes seemed like they could engulf someone in an instant.
"Why is your face so red?"
"..."
"What did you dream about last night?" Shen Yufeng asked casually with a smile in his eyes.
At that moment, An Xiaoyu felt even more feverish.
"I didn't dream about anything!"
She said hurriedly, scrambling out of Shen Yufeng's embrace.
"It's time to get up, we have to go to work soon!"
Saying this, An Xiaoyu jumped out of bed and went to the cloakroom to change her clothes.
Was everything that happened last night... just a dream?
Actually, she really wanted to muster the courage to ask Shen Yufeng if he had held her, kissed her, or even... um, well, it's really hard to say such things!
If he hadn't done anything, where would she put her face?
This dream felt so real... She was really a bit confused, feeling like her head was filled with mush.
