The next day.
Early morning.
Inside the room.
The young man had his eyes tightly shut, appearing to be in a deep slumber.
The room's decor was not luxurious, but from the various delicate ornaments and paintings, it was evident that the owner had good taste and quite a refined aesthetic.
A faint fragrance continuously wafted into his nostrils; the youth's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if he saw something terrifying in his dreams.
"Don't, stop…"
"Don't come closer, if you do, I won't be polite! Stay back!"
"Ahhhh! I'll never dare to marry an eighteen-year-old again!"
His eyes suddenly snapped open.
Countless images that flashed through his mind made Jiang Feng leap up from his nightmare, his face filled with unsettled fear, making a woman, who was sitting beside the bed rummaging around, freeze momentarily.
Is it really that exaggerated?
Liu Xianzi fell into thought.
