With He Chen, a human-shaped constant-temperature hot water bottle, Ye Manman had a particularly sweet and restful sleep.
The only thing that made her feel a bit embarrassed was that she seemed to have had that kind of dream.
In the dream, she and He Chen were embracing face to face, and she kept pulling hard at his clothes.
He Chen, on the other hand, shed his usual shyness and timidity, and was exceptionally bold.
His gaze was fiery, as if flames were burning in his eyes, continuously searing their souls.
His large hands were rough yet powerful, and when they gently touched her cheeks and neck, it felt electrifying, always making her heart itch and her body unable to resist squirming a bit.
Ye Manman remembered that in the dream, she was also exceptionally passionate and bold, with both legs wrapped around his waist like an octopus, wishing to attach all her suckers onto him.
They had never kissed each other like that in reality.
