Jiang Yingying had another dream that night.
She dreamt that inside the carriage, Ouyang Chengze's hand was tightly clasped around her waist, pressing her into his embrace, and she couldn't break free no matter what.
She punched and kicked him with all her might, then angrily shouted, "Let go, if you don't let go, I'll make sure you never have descendants!"
With that, she aimed a fierce punch at the man's crotch, and a sharp pain came from the edge of her hand.
The pain jolted her awake.
She happened to meet Xiaozi's puzzled eyes: "Lady, what's wrong?"
Uh...
I was dreaming!
Jiang Yingying lowered her eyes, realizing why she couldn't break free.
It turned out that when she was sleeping, she had wrapped the quilt into a cocoon, and her body was all wrapped up, with only her right hand free.
Obviously, she hadn't punched the crotch but the bed board!
That damn Ouyang Chengze, even in dreams, he's restless.
