After all, dreams are just dreams. There will always be a day when you wake up.

I don't know how long it took for Lu Chen to wake up in the gentle countryside. In his dream, the feeling of pink gauze was so vivid that someone's face, thicker than the wall, also climbed a blush when he remembered it.

"girl?" Lu Chen wakes up, remembering the scene in which he took out three drops of ancient pine pulp liquid to continue Zuo QingHan's life. He suddenly turns over and climbs up.

just then, a very familiar voice sounded in my ear: "brother ~"

"girl." Turning his head along the sound,...