Bo Lin barely got any sleep that night.
He privately wondered if he had gone a little too far in deliberately teasing Hua Jian.
It was all that bastard Lu Zexi's fault. Somehow, after learning that he and Hua Jian were going on a trip, he had mysteriously mailed him several outfits and insisted he bring them along.
Bo Lin had no idea what he had been thinking, but as if possessed, he had actually brought them.
"Mmph."
The stray thoughts in Bo Lin's head soon scattered.
Hua Jian had been weighed down by pent-up emotions for a long time.
That night, Bo Lin kept tending to him, indulging his occasional roughness.
Hua Jian even discovered that Bo Lin really liked...
At last, when daylight filled the sky, Bo Lin fell into a deep sleep.
Hua Jian, however, was still full of energy.
The advantage of being young was that even after a strenuous night, he could still hold his wife in the bath, then snuggle tightly against him to sleep.
Bo Lin began dreaming as soon as he fell asleep.
Only, his dream was rather strange.
Hua Jian wasn't in it at all.
The man in the dream seemed to be him, yet not entirely him.
Hua Jian wasn't in the dream. He wasn't at Lu Zexi's bar, and he wasn't Fanling's art teacher, either.
The Bo Lin in the dream had no connection to Xie Zhiwei. One day, when Lu Zexi dragged him out drinking over his romantic troubles, he even mentioned offhandedly that his classmate's business had gone bankrupt.
Like an outsider, Bo Lin watched "Bo Lin" move like a robot through the dark, shadowy scenes.
Cold and emotionless, he worked alone every day.
Where was Hua Jian?
Thud!
Bo Lin opened his eyes, breathing