Yan Zhi was woken up by the screaming sound of a woman.

He was always angry when he got up. At this moment, he frowned slightly and opened his eyes. The tone on his ears shocked him, as if it came from a distant horizon or from a dream.

"Yan Zhi, Yan Zhi is a villain, Yan Zhi is a villain, I am alive, I am still alive, ahhahaha..."

Perhaps he had too many beautiful dreams, and at this moment he suddenly heard the familiar and distant sound. His first reaction in his brain was that he was still dreaming. After waking up, he swept over with stronger and more hurtful feelings.

Yan Zhi smiled helplessly.

Don't open your eyes, let the dream last longer, and let the sound stay in your mind for a longer time.

"Why can't I move? Zhi, Xiao Zhizhi, can't you wake up from injury?" Sijin's voice was a little hoarse. In fact, after some effort, her hands could slowly be lifted up, but her movements were not very flexible. She repeated the whole body was not her own, and every organ was competing with her.

Suddenly, Yan Zhi's unspeakable painful voice came from the side of his ears.

"Si Jin, I dreamed of you again. It's very real. I want to do this dream for a longer time." He lamented: "I can't remember how long it took you not to appear in my dream. Now hearing your voice in your dream is like an extreme concert, nice."

"What dream? Zhijian丨Are you stupid?" Si Jin moved her body hard, and she turned over like a salted fish. Although her movements were not beautiful enough, she successfully turned sideways and pressed half of her body on Yan Zhi's body.

Then, completely premeditated.

Her lips were pressed against his lips. The soft touch, through the small tongue that drove in, spread through Yan Zhi's body's nerve endings, spreading through Yan Zhi's body inch by inch. Yan Zhi opened his eyes in complete surprise.

In the darkness, he tried hard to grow his eyes, looking deeply at the beautiful pupils. As if he was greedy, his eyes didn't dare to blink. The softest and deepest memories in his heart were rolling up because of the naughty little tongue in his mouth.

It is like waves of passion and huge waves, rushing from the bottom of my heart to the whole body, entering every hole.

Sijin blinked her eyes, and the little tongue was raging in his mouth, but she had no reaction at all. She did not get the expected response. She squirted back the little tongue, her lips separated, and her brows were furrowed.

"Zhengji丨意, are you stupid?"

The sound was like a glass of poisonous wine, pouring into his heart.

Someone once asked him, would you live your life against a living dead person?

He remained silent, not knowing how to answer, but because he knew that he was not willing to give up on Si Jin, but he could not give up.

The Buddha said: Do happy things with lovers, don’t ask whether it is a disaster or fate.

In fact, even if a lover is always in his dream, he faces the same brightness as a dead person every day, and is sick and unhappy in his heart, and never cares whether it is a disaster or fate.

If you don’t love, you will feel relieved. Where can you not be obsessed with love too much?

"Zhi Jian丨王纪, are you talking? Why don't you talk? Have you become a mute?"

A premonition of ecstasy surged in my heart. Yan Zhi was trembling, but he didn't dare to touch it easily, for fear that the premonition would be just thinking about it day and night dreaming.

He was afraid that any move he would make. The dream would shatter. The dream would be like a bubble, weak and invincible. With a gentle touch, the most beautiful dream would shatter instantly.
Chapter completed!