Her body, soft and moist, was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her heartbeat was still rapid and quick.
Though it was just a dream, the dream felt so real. She even remembered the sensation of the man’s kiss in the dream, burning on her chest like a branding iron.
This was not the first time she had such a dream; the man in the dream always seemed to be there.
Luo Xiaoqian felt that it wasn’t a dream, it must be a memory from her subconscious, which is why it felt so real. She was sure that this man must have been the person closest to her, and she had always wanted to know who he really was.
This was the first time she saw the man’s face clearly, and it turned out to be that chef. Luo Xiaoqian was very surprised by this result.
Thinking about the time they walked together on the beach, when Leng Zimo helped her put on her shoes, Luo Xiaoqian just frowned slightly.
Just from him putting on shoes for her, she couldn’t be sure of anything. But this chef always gave her a sense of familiarity.
"No, I have to get to the bottom of this!"
Muttering to herself, Luo Xiaoqian got up and walked to the bathroom.
The mirror reflected her appearance, her little face was flushed. Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to splash a handful of cold water onto her face. The cold water touching her burning face felt a bit peculiar.
She lifted her face, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about the seemingly real passionate intimacy in the dream just now. Her heartbeat accelerated once more, and her face turned even redder and hotter.
The dream was so real, real enough to make her a little shy.
Lowering her face, Luo Xiaoqian quickly washed her face with cold water several times, finally calming her mood a bit.


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