The young man seemed to be holding something in his hand before reaching it out to her. Everything around them was becoming blurry; only his hand remained clear, slender and jade-like, its joints distinct.
When it landed on her face, it carried a hint of coolness. The young man was very close. Light filtered through the carriage window, blurring his face so that only the angle of his jaw and the faintly upturned corners of his lips were clear. His mouth moved as though he were speaking to her.
But Qian Renxue's mind was muddled, and she could not make out a single word. Then the young man pressed down on her. Touching lips and teeth, scorching breath, fingers tracing delicately, golden and silver hair tangled together, swaying vision, suppressed gasps—it all made her tremble uncontrollably.
The first ray of morning light fell across Qian Renxue's eyes. She opened them dazedly and felt the sticky discomfort of her body. Her expression first froze, then darkened.
This was...?! Something from the dream, or—
After taking several deep breaths, Qian Renxue stiffly climbed up from the low couch.
She looked at the silent wall with complicated eyes. Qian Renxue felt that she should not stay here, yet her feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to take even a single step.
In the end, Qian Renxue merely washed up before sitting back down again.
On the other side of the wall, someone else had also had a similar sweet dream.
Zhu Zhuqing was cultivating with Hu Liena. The Soul Master Academy affiliated with Spirit Hall was managed quite loosely, much like Shrek and Star Luo Academy.
After several days together, Hu Liena had relaxed somewhat. Zhu Zhuqing really had come here only to study, and she even planned to participate in