"Not really," Zhou Mochen chuckled softly. "I just think my Susu is remarkably good at finding me rivals. Even in your dreams, someone is trying to steal you from me."
And he was so powerless that he didn't even have a target for his anger. He could only bottle up all his emotions, unable to even warn her openly to have nothing to do with that 'person' from her dream. He was intensely bothered by the eighteen-year-old 'himself' in her dream.
'Look at her earlier—so distracted, conflicted, and pained. What if she found out the dream might be real…'
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Mochen was unable to stomach it any longer. He reached out and forcefully ruffled Xu Su's long hair. "You better remember this. You're only allowed to like me. Anyone else, whether in dreams or reality, you're not allowed to even think about them!"
"Zhou Mochen, you must be jealousy incarnate!"
