"Don't! Don't touch him—!!"
Lin Qianyan's eyes flew open as she suddenly woke from a dream.
At this moment, Lin Qianyan looked as if she had just been pulled from the water. Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, slowly trickling down her pale cheeks and dampening a corner of her pillow.
She looked around, her breathing ragged. In the dim room, a single weak candle flame flickered gently. Outside the window, moonlight filtered through the gauze-like curtains, casting a hazy, silver glow over the room.
She was alone on the bed. The surroundings were silent. Where was the figure of some wicked woman bullying Pei Yuhang?
It was just a nightmare.
And besides...
'Dammit. Pei Yuhang is the greatest in the world. What woman in the entire world is qualified to bully him like that?'
Lin Qianyan recalled the scene from her dream, and her pretty face couldn't help but flush with shame.
