Life and Death (1)

The girl complained a little under his body and he tightened his grip on her waist. He wanted to lock her up between his arms and never let her go.

The dream was as addictive as opium, sucking him in…

Sheng Yize woke up first at daybreak.

An Xiaxia was sleeping soundly in his arms. Her face was delicate and she had skin as smooth as porcelain, making him want to pinch it.

Sheng Yize was fully awake with a clear head. He had a mild look on his face as he reached out with a slender finger and poked An Xiaxia's cheek.

It was as soft as ever.

And if felt much more real than his dream last night.

At the thought of the ridiculous dream, Sheng Yize immediately felt the unusual state of his own body. His head went blank for a few seconds before he sighed in resignation.

He got up and took a shower to wash off his sweat. His fever was gone.

After that, he threw the dirty clothes into the basket and washed his underwear.