Chapter 127： (1/2)

The fact that He An had been single for a long time made Zheng Feiyu happy all afternoon, but what he didn't expect was that this unexpected good news also awakened the sleeping demon in his subconscious. Omega's seductive and fragile solitary, like a fat and juicy but unprepared lamb, caused itching of hungry macarons.

At midnight that day, something happened to the inn.

Chapter 57

Zheng Feiyu had a dream.

It's hot, messy, and dirty.

When he came to Luojing, he dreamed almost every night. In the first ten days or so, it was probably because of the hope in the heart that the dreams were mostly beautiful.

He An came home with him in their dreams. They lived in a house with clear sunlight, where the walls were white, the courtyard was green, and the head was covered by rolling flowers. There was a glass greenhouse at the corner of the flowers.

He An would sleep on his leg in the morning, and when he woke up, he yawned lazily, stretched out a forearm from the sleeves of the loose pajamas, and climbed his neck. The tip of his hair brushed his cheeks, soft like a feather without weight.

Omega whispered in his ear, making his neck tickle, and then his thin skin was pinched by two tiger teeth.

"Bite you." He An laughed.

Their lilies of the valley have also grown up. The four- and five-year-old dolls are so cute as a sun flower. Born again, he caught the unreasonable baby Alpha in the kindergarten and hit him. He wasn't afraid to be afraid. Only when he was sitting on the dad's arm, did he appear ashamed.

Zheng Feiyu gave them the best love and got the best feedback.

The kitchen in the dream has rice fragrance, and the living room has children's laughter. At late night, there are two shadows on the bedroom wall illuminated by the bedside lamp.

At that time, Zheng Feiyu woke up every morning, stepped out of the second-floor room, and looked at He An, the toddler Lily of the Valley in the courtyard of the inn, and all felt happy.

Even if the dream has not come true, it is still waiting in the future.

But slowly, the dream changed.

He is thirsty.

The reality is disappointing. He Anming is so gentle, but like a piece of copper pea that is not steamed or cooked, he refuses to forgive him. The road in front of him is thousands of times longer than he thought.