Her body, soft and moist, was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her heartbeat was still rapid and quick.
Though it was just a dream, the dream felt so real. She even remembered the sensation of the man's kiss in the dream, burning on her chest like a branding iron.
This was not the first time she had such a dream; the man in the dream always seemed to be there.
Luo Xiaoqian felt that it wasn't a dream, it must be a memory from her subconscious, which is why it felt so real. She was sure that this man must have been the person closest to her, and she had always wanted to know who he really was.
This was the first time she saw the man's face clearly, and it turned out to be that chef. Luo Xiaoqian was very surprised by this result.
Thinking about the time they walked together on the beach, when Leng Zimo helped her put on her shoes, Luo Xiaoqian just frowned slightly.
