Chapter 48 The Damn Wet Dream (2/2)

Coughing gently to clear her throat, Carla stood up and pointed toward the chair and told him, ”Please sit down. I'll help you dry your hair. It's not good for you to just let your hair stay wet like that.”

Although Terence could simply go and dry his hair by himself, it would be much faster and much more

on the bed in an ill-tempered manner, after which he strode toward the bathroom.

After sitting up from the bed, Carla glanced toward the bathroom and slapped her face to fully wake herself up, biting her lips.

”Carla, what's wrong with you? Why would you have such a shameful dream?” she muttered under her breath.

She was 23 years old, so it was normal for her to think of or dream about something related to sex. However, today she almost...

After about half an hour, Terence came out of the bathroom, wrapping a bath towel around his body.

”Terence, I'm sorry,”

Carla, who had already changed her clothes, apologized.

After all, it was all her fault.

Terence was just a man, but he could still manage to hold back his desire even though it was technically Carla who had seduced him in such a sexy way just moments ago. It seemed that he must have had a very hard time letting her go and calming himself down.

”Why are you apologizing to me? You didn't do anything wrong. It's my fault. I shouldn't have come here when you were having a dream.

Anyway, I'm still very happy, because you dreamt of me and even did those kinds of things with me in your dream. I'm satisfied with that even though such a thing can't become a reality at present,”

Terence said, after taking a deep breath. Then he made his way to the wardrobe and fetched a set of clothes, planning to change his clothes in the adjoining room.

Carla didn't expect him to see it that way. However, in fact, she indeed had dreamt that she and Terence...

With this in mind, everything happening in her dream flashed clearly through her mind. All of it just felt so real.

”Are you thinking of your dream now? Can you share it with me? Tell me. What did I do in your dream? What kind of poses did I make?”

Terence suddenly asked with a playful smile, bending over and leaning toward Carla.