She dreamt about the night from more than a month ago. The man fiercely held onto her waist tightly while kissing her violently. His breaths were hot and passionate, and low and husky moans filled the air.
Shen Qi tossed and turned, kicking off the blanket because it was too hot before opening her eyes.
The sun was already up; the room was filled with rays of sunlight that shone in through the window while a gentle morning breeze rustled the air.
In a daze, Shen Qi sat up and stayed there as her brain began to process her dream.
Such a long period of time had already passed; why was she dreaming about that man again?