Chapter 225
The sunlight in his dream had been bright and dazzling.
When he woke up, it was still a vast expanse of white outside.
The sun had probably run away from home, waving its sleeves without taking a single snowflake with it, nor leaving behind even a wisp of warm sunlight.
His arms and legs were naturally spread out, his whole body lying flat on the bed in the shape of a large character.
Song Ren slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, which had no mirror.
All sorts of strange images ran wildly through his mind like unbridled horses, impossible to suppress.
When the body was extremely excited and exhausted, the brain would crash along with it.
Details he had not noticed or thought through at the time flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern on the morning after he woke up.
The more Song Ren thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
He had not even considered bringing that little box or those little tubes, so how had Mo Ning carried them around with him?
And all those messy moves Song Ren had never even imagined—how had Mo Ning known them too?
How had Song Ren not known?
Song Ren sighed softly. Out of habit, he braced both hands at his sides, engaged his waist and abdomen, and pushed his upper body up.
"Whoa—"
The moment he exerted himself, that long-absent muscle soreness surged up again like needles stabbing into him.
Song Ren fell back onto the bed, one hand covering his lower abdomen as waves of soreness spread through it.
"Brother Song! Where are you hurt? Where does it hurt?"
The bedroom door slammed open from outside, and Mo Ning swept in like a gust of wind.
Mo Ning was frantic. "I'll