Wrapped in his scent, Fu Ying dreamt of that dream again.
Her body like a lone boat, bobbing up and down, then sinking into endless tenderness.
Enveloped by fervent breaths, Fu Ying felt her body catching fire everywhere, a bit scorching, a bit hot.
In the dream, Fu Ying moaned softly, uttering, "Brother, don't."
Shen Liguang quietly listened, feeling restless.
What was the little girl dreaming about...
That single "don't" sounded criminally enticing.
"Yingying?"
In the haze between sleep and wakefulness, Fu Ying felt someone calling her.
She groggily opened her eyes, saw the person before her, and suddenly sat up, feeling her head throbbing and heavy.
Fu Ying then realized she was feverish, again.
Every time she had that dream, she got a fever.
Really strange.
Fu Ying's face was burning red.
However, to make matters worse, the man asked her, "What did you dream about? Saying 'don't'?"
Fu Ying stuttered, "Nothing, I just, I think I have a fever."
