When they were most in sync, Su Muyao's nails left many marks on his chest and back.
She cried intensely as well.
Xie Guixue would even ask, "Do they make you cry like this too?"
At this moment, Su Muyao knew he was jealous.
Questions like these, of course, she couldn't answer.
So he would torment her at full force.
This dream seemed different from normal dreams, too real.
It felt like a time reversal, as if they had returned to the point when Xie Guixue had just come back to the Demon Realm.
When Su Muyao woke up again, Xie Guixue naturally held her, his movements exceedingly gentle, his voice soft as if water could drip from it, unlike his usual cool demeanor.
His expression was one of complete satisfaction.
He also knew he had exhausted her over the past few days, and regaining his sanity, he was no longer cold toward her, instead, he was very tender.
He was particularly attentive to her, "Hungry? I just made some meat soup, get up and have some later."
