I feel so sour. My body feels like it's falling apart...

Meng Xiyue opened her eyes tiredly and found a man lying on top of her. He was sticking to her skin. The most shameful thing was that the man's head was buried in her neck, and there was a biting pain at her collarbone...

Was she having a shy dream?

She had been single for more than 20 years. She had had such a dream before.

But this time, it was more real than before.

Moreover, the male lead of this dream was much better than the figure he had dreamed of before!

He had bronze-colored skin, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. His long legs were long and strong, and every inch of his muscles was full of explosive power...

Gulp!

Meng Xiyue couldn't help but swallow her saliva. A handsome man came to her door, so she didn't have to use it for nothing!

Therefore, she squeezed hard at the man's abdominal muscles twice, and then stretched out her arms to wrap around the neck of the man in front of her. It was unknown whether it was this initiative to disturb the man on the body. He suddenly raised his head, and his deep black eyes were full of desire.

There was still a look of inquiry in his eyes.

It was only then that Meng Xiyue could clearly see his appearance.

He had short ink-black hair and a pair of bright eyes. He had a tall nose and strong muscles, which made him look tough and masculine.

"It's a peerless treasure in the world."

Meng Xiyue smiled evilly, stroked her confused eyes with her knuckles, and then patted his head to comfort him.

"Take good care of me tonight, and I'll call you into my dream in the future."

After saying that, Meng Yueyue looked at him as if she was observing a work of art, and her eyes swept over every part of him.

The shadow of the candle swayed, and the sound of it could be heard. In the midst of Meng Xiyue's teasing, the two figures began to sink into deep thought.

In this way, they played with each other for a whole night.

...

The sky gradually turned white.

Meng Xiyue couldn't tell whether she was asleep or not. She was in a daze.

A dazzling sunlight shone through the gap between the curtains. She subconsciously reached out to block it and could not help muttering, "What I bought is a curtain that is not transparent. When did its quality become so poor..."

Could it be that she had pulled the curtain too hard in her dream last night?

"No, that's not right. My bed belongs to Xi Mengsi. When did it become so hard?"

Meng Xiyue suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying on a vermilion wooden bed. Through the broken curtains, she could see the old windows and an old dressing table not far away.

"Is this still a dream?"

She couldn't help reaching out to touch the sheet. She could touch it, and she could even smell the faint smell of dirt.

So it was not a dream.

"He can't be playing in a script or a secret room, can he?"

He had never seen a script that had such a fierce plot...

Meng Xiyue frowned, got out of bed, and went straight to the dressing mirror. "Oh my god! Who is the woman in the mirror, who is as black as charcoal and so thin that she is a little malnourished?"

She stroked her cheek in disbelief, and the figure reflected in the mirror also made a gesture of touching her cheek—

Therefore, it was her.

"Where is she now?"

She looked around and found that the scene in front of her was strange and familiar. Her eyebrows were unconsciously knitted into a frown.

Did she fall into a dream, or did the dream become reality?

She couldn't help but think back to her dream. She was preparing for a national feast in a top-level restaurant. At that time, she was preparing a dish called "the flower blooms and wealth". Suddenly, she heard a loud bang—

The kitchen handle fell down like Mount Tai. She couldn't dodge it in time and fell down.

With the screams of the crowd, she gradually fell into a coma...