Zhou Han had a wonderful, colorful dream.
In the dream, Ao Zhen was naked. Her fragrant and soft body leaned over.
Zhou Han had been plotting against her for a long time. Now that she had taken the initiative to come knocking on his door, moreover, it was in a dream, so he naturally did not stand on ceremony.
He launched a fierce attack from midnight to early morning.
"Damn! Why is this dream so real?"
Zhou Han was filled with doubts. He felt that something was wrong.
"By the way, why is there a sound?"
Zhou Han quickly knew the problem.
That was Ao Zhen's delicate cry. If he was in a dream, how could he hear it?
Thinking of this, Zhou Han was stunned and hurriedly opened his eyes.
"I'm such a beast!"
"I actually did such a thing to the innocent Zhen'er!"
Seeing Ao Zhen sitting on him, Zhou Han felt guilty and cursed himself.