Feng Tianlan reached out to hold the familiar waist, the whole person is close to his arms, small head rubbed, is also good dream, this time do not want to wake up.
"Lan'er?" His waist was hugged, Si Mobai looked down at her and saw her hugging him tightly. Her small head was still rubbing against him restlessly. Her face was full of satisfaction as she closed her eyes again. She could not help but curl the corners of her lips.
Feng Tianlan leaned against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. She heard his voice that sounded like the wine of a hundred flowers, "Mobai."
It was great to dream about Mobai again.
"But how is it uncomfortable?" Si Mobai caressed her soft hair gently. She had her eyes closed. Was she still not fully rested? Then she should sleep for a while more.
Feng Tianlan shook her head gently and placed her slender long legs on his legs. She hugged him even tighter, "Mobai, I've drunk the wine of a hundred flowers."