"Ring, ring."
Hua Jian's eyes snapped open, and he reached for the alarm clock on the nightstand and switched it off.
The man in his arms rolled over, disturbed by the noise.
The skin exposed above the covers was dotted with marks.
Well, they had both had a little to drink at a banquet last night.
After coming home, they had fooled around until rather late.
Hua Jian leaned over and kissed those marks on Bo Lin again. He had been so stupid in his dream, pursuing Bo Lin for so long without winning him over.
"Stop it."
Bo Lin shrank back a little.
Hua Jian was full of energy and already raring to go first thing in the morning, but Bo Lin was still sore.
Bo Lin wouldn't even let me kiss him in the dream. He was so cold to me, too. It really upset me.
As that aggrieved inner voice rang out, Bo Lin slowly opened his eyes.
He turned his head to look back, and Hua Jian's lips followed, bringing them face-to-face. "Did you sleep well, honey?"
Bo Lin's eyes were still hazy with sleep. He murmured an assent and wanted to close them again.
Who knew what bizarre dream Hua Jian had had this time?
But was the Bo Lin in my dream the same person as my husband?
Hua Jian soon put that faint doubt out of his mind.
Today was Xie Zhiwei and Li Chenglan's wedding, and he and Bo Lin were going together.
When they went downstairs, Qi Fanling was already playing.
Since starting elementary school, she had grown taller very quickly, and even the baby fat in her cheeks seemed to have faded a little.
Hua Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, as though trying to guess what she would look like