He gently raised his hand and carefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Mmm~~ Qianchen, stop fooling around, I'm so tired." Gu Qingxin grumbled discontentedly and turned over to face the inside.
Beiming Han felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, chilled from head to toe, as she called out another man's name. He felt himself turned into an ice sculpture, thrown into an abyss with no return!
Though he knew she had been with Rong Qianchen, as long as he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could continuously numb himself into not caring.
But now, he heard her personally call out that man's name even in her dreams...
Such intimacy, it was obvious without thinking that she had slept with him and he had disturbed her sweet dreams.
This time, Beiming Han felt like he might truly die; otherwise, why was it even so difficult for him to breathe?
