The man's figure had some indescribable familiarity. Whenever Song Shushu wanted to get closer to take a look, the mist in front of his eyes would always get a little thicker. After a few such interactions, Song Xiaoshu, who was very impatient, was immediately defeated.
No matter who he is, he is in her dream now, it doesn't matter what he is, just can't see clearly.
Song Shushu shook his head and thought nonchalantly.
I don't know if it was affected by her mood, but the whole scene was quietly changing.
I don’t know when the night roses will bloom, and they bloom all over the entire courtyard wall, exuding a faint fragrance in the evening breeze. Maybe in dreams, the brain will consciously find some happy things to please itself, those bad things
My memories have become blurry at this moment, and some pretty good old things are happening one after another.
Song Shushu saw several little selves in a trance, sitting swaying on the grass with a guitar in his arms, and unexpectedly practicing before performing on stage for the first time...
So good...
Someone sighed. Song Shushu didn't care. With a thought, a small table appeared at his hand. He raised his wrist slightly and a glass of sake fell into the palm of his hand.
It's strange to say that Song Shushu is not a good drinker on weekdays, but in this situation, he subconsciously felt like drinking two glasses of wine.
Pouring and drinking happily, Song Shushu looked around at his dream. This feeling was really wonderful. It was probably similar to when his soul floated out to attend his own funeral after death?
Song Shushu swallowed a sip of wine in his throat, laughed at his own thoughts, and laughed a little at himself. Look at you, even a joke has to involve life and death. Your life is really not sunny at all.
"It's so boring to drink alone."
An unfamiliar male voice sounded, and Song Shushu was caught off guard and almost coughed up the glass of wine he had just drank.
Song Shushu looked at the man next to him who had always looked like a sculpture with horror, as if he was playing some nasty game with her.
After the man finished speaking, he became quiet again, and the moonlight fell majestically on the two of them, as if he had come to join in the fun.
The two of them "looked at each other" for a moment, and when her little patience was about to run out, Song Shushu simply stretched out his hand, preparing to "recognize people" by the feel of his hands.
Anyway, this is his dream, so be a gangster. Song Shushu muttered in his heart to brainwash himself.
I don't know whether her hand was too cold or the man's body temperature was too high. The moment her fingers touched the man's forehead, she was slightly burned by the heat. Song Shushu subconsciously retracted his hand, but a pair of strong hands grasped his wrist.
"Hiss" Song Shushu struggled hard for a moment, but was surprised to find that the dream that had just changed according to her wishes was somewhat out of her control.
She was so depressed that she wanted to curse. Not only was this dream weird and weird from the beginning, but it was still unaffected by the owner, as if it were a real small space. It was really outrageous.
Song Shushu's always attitude towards such things that are beyond the reach of manpower is,
Show off~
It doesn't matter, just grab your wrist if you want. Don't tell me, these hands are quite warm. Song Shushu, an experienced hand controller, firmly believes that no matter how outrageous his dream is, the hands he creates will definitely meet all his aesthetic points.
Don't ask why you are so convinced. The question is that this person drank fake wine here and is already a little unconscious.
The grabbed hand tried to adjust its angle slightly to touch the hand that grabbed him. On the one hand, it was because Song Shushu felt strangely uncomfortable in this posture, and on the other hand... it was just because he was bored.
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As if cooperating with her movements, the hand relaxed its grip slightly, and following her movements, it moved a few times for some unknown reason, and turned into a posture of interlocking fingers.
Song Shushu:...Okay,
After the small movements on his hands came to an end, Song Shushu came closer, almost face to face with the layer of mist that enveloped him, rolled his eyes, and gave a sly smile.
The red lips are slightly pouted, hoo~hoo~hoo~
Humph, isn't it just a layer of mist? Look at her blowing it away for him!
Originally, Song Shushu didn't have any hope for this move. If this little wind could blow away this damn fog, it would have been blown away when she moved around just now. Her move was also pure.
It's a bad taste.
But what is surprising is that the layer of fog that has been flowing like a barrier has faint signs of breaking through, revealing the scene inside.
A pair of almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, watching intently as the mist became lighter and lighter, and familiar faces were revealed bit by bit.
The sharp eyebrows on the temples were sometimes cold and sometimes filled with a gentle smile. The guess in my heart that I least wanted to come true was verified little by little, until the person in front of me revealed his iconic amber pupils.
The impact was too great, and Song Shushu subconsciously distanced himself from "him".
Just kidding, how could a character like Mr. Ji appear in such a ridiculous dream of hers, and still be treated like this...and treated so frivolously by herself?
No, no, Song Xiaoshu, please calm down, that is Mr. Ji, not some casual man, not even in a dream!
After giving herself several mental hints, Song Shushu opened her eyes as if she were dead. God knows how much she wanted to see a mist again, and she didn't want to make this man disappear, even if it was still a mist.
The eyes are still the same, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth has not changed... No! He is smiling?
Song Shushu, whose brain had completely stopped thinking, stared blankly at him with a smile on his face. For a moment, he didn't know what direction this was going to take.
Oh, Mr. Ji! How could Mr. Ji, who was like a perfect man in her mind, come into her dream?!
Song Shushu was taken aback and expressed that he was shocked.
And quickly withdrew the little head that was just eager to try.
A force came from her hand, stopping her movement.
As if to indicate some kind of presence, the rubbing of the skin with the fingers brings a real sensation that makes the scalp tingle.
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Song Shushu wanted to retract her hand, but Ji Sui's big hand held her tightly, and his thumb was still stroking her vagina. She could only place her hope in the movies she had watched before.
Obviously, it didn't work.
In the dream, Song Shushu was so embarrassed that she could boil water. In reality, the thin layer of air conditioner fell to the side of the bed due to her tossing, and it would not fall down.
A Teng outside the window scratched his head (actually it was just a leaf scratching a branch) and looked at the frowning figure on the bed with the eyes of studying serious academic issues.
"Ahem!" Ding Xiaojing, who had turned into a miniature prototype, coughed quietly as he stood by the window, "She is a girl after all..." So don't be like a pervert and watch a girl sleeping here!
"Everything has been delivered, and I've been looking at it for a long time. It's time to go back." Ding Xiaojing advised with a good temper, and picked up the vines that were about to fall off the window sill with her claws.
Being urged, A Teng slowly moved the leaves, and was very puzzled: "Although this is my first time to try the good dream spell, the effect is not so different?"
Entrusted by Ji Sui, he came over to calm Song Shushu, and also wanted to test the newly improved Good Dreams Charm on the way. While Song Shushu was chatting with Wu Xiuwan downstairs, the two of them placed the leaf with the Good Dreams Charm on her.
under the pillow.
In line with the "scientific" mentality of collecting all the results from beginning to end and cherishing the results of human experiments, A Teng watched helplessly as the sleeping person on the bed changed from a smiling face to a frowning look now, feeling extremely puzzled.
A Teng, who is known as a little genius at dispensing medicine and drawing spells, is really puzzled: "It shouldn't be."
Ding Xiaojing, who was waiting aside, didn't have that much patience. His two claws gathered A Teng's vines in an orderly manner and carefully wrapped them around his body. Only then did he have time to answer his soliloquy.
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Ding Xiaojing took a look at the situation inside the house and returned his eyes to those lovely leaves.
"It's very late today. We have to go back early, otherwise we'll miss the curfew. Besides, you've only been a sperm for a long time, so you're not more knowledgeable than those old guys. Why don't we improve this time next time?"
"But, but this is what my benefactor did to get rid of me, and I want to do it well." Ding Xiaojing was most unable to resist A Teng's well-behaved appearance.
"Don't be such a spoiled brat." He looked away a little angrily, as if he was angry with someone, his face was furrowed, and he looked like he was keeping away from strangers.