"You said you would come back early," Mo Nanze said with a faint smile curling his lips, "Someone has been dreaming about me."
Lu Yinfeng blushed and nibbled at Mo Nanze's shoulder.
"I dreamed that someone stabbed me with a knife, and I called out your name," Lu Yinfeng explained.
Mo Nanze's breathing briefly faltered, and he began to feel uncomfortable.
He cradled Lu Yinfeng's face and said gravely, "It was just a dream, don't think too much, don't..."
In the end, he was almost pleading.
Lu Yinfeng felt her cheeks being squished together.
She looked into Mo Nanze's eyes and saw a heavy mist there.
It was like a melting iceberg, leaking water outward.
So tender.
In Mo Nanze's palm, she nodded slightly, "I know, how could I take dreams for reality."
Mo Nanze bent his head and kissed Lu Yinfeng's full lips.
Very lightly.
When he wished to deepen the kiss, Lu Yinfeng turned her head away, "Is everything handled over there?"
"Yeah, almost," Mo Nanze said vaguely.