080 Could it be that man from last time?_1

As she smelled a familiar body scent, her eyes snapped open and she saw Mr. Huo. She awoke abruptly from her dream, breaking into a cold sweat. She ran her hands through her hair, rubbing forcefully. Why would she have that kind of dream, and why was it him in the dream again!

With her face flushed, Che Huan went to the bathroom, washed her face, opened the window, and stood there. She let the cool night breeze blow on her face for a while before she started to feel a bit better as the hot flashes slowly subsided.

She went back to her bedroom, tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep all night.

She got up, found a thermometer in the living room to check her temperature: 37.1 degrees, a bit high. She quickly found some fever-reducing medicine, took a large dose, and lay back in bed. Only with the help of the medicine did she manage to fall asleep.