Behind her was the soft carpet; Ling Chuxia didn't feel much pain from the fall, but when Shi Che's tall and large frame pressed straight down on her, it almost suffocated her. Involuntarily, her hands pressed against Shi Che's chest as she took a breath, and then she said, "Shi Che, please get up."
Shi Che's eyes were blurred with drunkenness, staring blankly at the woman beneath him. Why did this dream seem so real? Why so real that... he thought he actually heard Ling Chuxia's voice?
His gaze fixed on Ling Chuxia's face, staring resolutely at her, his big palm slowly caressed her cheek, gently tracing every bit of her face, so familiar, so real, real to the point... Even though he knew it was a dream, it still made his heart flutter.
