"Man?"
Suddenly, an extremely cold voice came from Lin Yi's mouth:
"Who is he!"
Zhang Xinying, who was about to say something, suddenly stopped and looked at Lin Yi:
"Are you nervous?"
Saying this, she added:
"It's just a dream, and it's not necessarily me in the dream."
Lin Yi stared blankly at this woman who was close at hand, just a dream?
If it's not you in the dream, who else could it be?
But Lin Yi didn't say this out loud, because even if he did, it might be regarded as unreasonable trouble.
Is this jealousy?
Perhaps it is.
Lin Yi didn't want to deny it either:
"Even if it's a dream, I hope you're dreaming of me, not another man."
Zhang Xinying looked at Lin Yi's serious expression and couldn't help but smile.
Even though Lin Yi interrupted her words, Zhang Xinying's heart was still filled with warmth.
Then Zhang Xinying held Lin Yi's hand with her other hand, and said affectionately:
"Can you listen to me?"
