Since it was a dream, Xiao Mi was comfortable.

Lu Ming-lang looked at Xiao Mi, who was staring at herself with narrow eyes in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Look at what!"

"Look at you!"

Anyway, it's a dream. Xiao Mi doesn't need to hide what she wants to say in her heart.

She not only needs to look, but also touch.

As his finger touched Lu Ming-lang's cheek, Lu Ming-lang trembled. "Don't move around."

He said, taking Xiao Mi's hand, Xiao Mi was annoyed to see that Lu Ming-lang in her dream did not touch herself.

He grabbed one hand, she changed the other hand, he...