Dream Stealing Space

Dream Stealing Space

Wang Feifan could not endure it for even a second longer.

Today, he was going to kill this old man alive.

This was bullying people beyond all measure.

Instead, Fan Yu stepped forward, hugged Wang Feifan's arm, and kept checking his arm.

So, so heartbreaking!

That old, wrinkled face was filled with concern. "Feifan, when she pushed you just now, did it hurt? Don't be angry. She's our granddaughter too, so be understanding toward her."

"Besides, we're in..."

Fan Yu was about to say they were in a dream, but the words would not come out, as if they were stuck in his throat.

He was stunned at first, then seemed to understand. Sometimes, if one said they were dreaming, they might wake up.

Feifan did not want them to wake up.

Sweetness filled Fan Yu's heart as he raised a hand and gently tucked his graying hair behind his ear.

Wang Feifan was about to grab the old man and give him a Big Slap.

Yet for some inexplicable reason, something in his heart softened, and he seemed unable to bring himself to strike.

Fan Yu suddenly looked much more pleasing to the eye.

He raised his hand and smoothed Fan Yu's hair. "You old girl, listen to yourself. We're all family. Of course I love the house and its crow too!"

"Bad boy, calling me an old girl. Call me something else, okay? Little fool and things like that sound so much nicer!" Fan Yu stuck out his old tongue.

Wang Feifan nodded and looked at Fan Jingfeng. "Feng'er, don't overthink it. YuYu and I are sincere."

But the instant Wang Feifan looked at Fan Jingfeng, he felt momentary affection—intense, overwhelming momentary affection.

This was his consciousness. Though it was somewhat beyond his control, he