Her head was dizzy and her consciousness was blurred. She couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or not.

　　She was held in a broad and warm chest and was going upstairs.

　　She struggled to open her eyes and indistinctly saw Jonny's chin.

　　Was he holding her?

　　No, it shouldn't be.

　　He would never touch her, so she must be dreaming.

　　Since she was dreaming, could she be bolder?

　　With a creak, the door was pushed open. Kate was put on the soft bed.

　　The man who held her turned around and was about to leave, but Louisa quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

　　"Don't go..." she looked at NingZhiyuan...