It was a night of reversal.
The dream was so real that she was still dizzy when she woke up.
Fu Shang clutched his head.
She subconsciously rubbed her waist, which was a little sore and soft, but it seemed to be an illusion.
Looking up at the clean bed, there were no strange marks on his body. Fu Shang fell silent for a while.
It was really a dream.
It was a very realistic dream.
Her nose seemed to still be filled with the cold fragrance of that person.
Recalling the heavy dream, Fu min's face turned red and his fingers subconsciously played with his hair.
.. How could she have such a dream?
Just how much did she want his body?
There was a knock on the door, followed by a man's clear and gentle voice.
"Young lady."
Fu Shang's hand trembled when he heard the voice and he almost pulled out a few strands of his hair.
"Come in,"