Chapter 407: Chapter 246: Illusory Dreams, Reality… Can I Kiss?_2
He pondered for a long ti and then sighed again.
“The revolution is not yet a success, comrades must continue to put in effort.”
In the dark room, he reached out toward the ceiling, lightly grasping at the air. There was too much he desired and so little ti, he needed to act urgently.
Next door.
Pei Muchan lay on her bed, her mind a ss. Thinking about the cocktail she made for him tonight, her cheeks ward up despite thankfully not blushing at the ti.
She thought about how Xu Qingyan could put down his work and rush back; the warmth that bubbled up from her heart seed to spread throughout her body.
It was the Spring Festival Gala, and yet he had unhesitatingly returned. It seed all he needed was to glance at her and then go ho to rest before flying back to work the next day.
Even eternal ice couldn’t block earnest sincerity.
Honestly, Pei Muchan found her daily interactions with Xu Qingyan very comfortable. He was a man with a strong sense of boundaries and had no possessiveness.
It was precisely for this reason that his sudden, “Why don’t we give it a try,” in the car seed so heart-wrenchingly sincere.
Before falling asleep, a thought involuntarily popped into Pei Muchan’s mind.
Together…
She had trouble with insomnia, which had eased a lot over the past six months. She had also been drinking warm milk lately, but it was really just a psychological comfort.
Perhaps due to the day’s series of events, she fell into a heavy sleep and couldn’t help but dream.
Whether napping during the day or at night, if she was not feeling well, she was bound to dream.
People who sleep well might struggle to understand this feeling of not being able to distinguish between reality and dreams, day and night; upon waking after a long ti, they might feel a bit disoriented.
In her dream, she woke up in the small house from the love reality show.
In her mory, the love reality show had ended long ago.
She went downstairs after pushing open the door, and almost everyone had already gathered, their faces a blur. But she could make out who was who as the living room was bustling like the moon.
The couple huddled together were the stewardess and Chen Feiyu—hadn’t their room collapsed yet? The person sitting at the edge was Bai Jinze, chatting with another male guest.
She couldn’t make out the rest of the people; in the dream, her mind was sowhat sluggish. She stood in place and thought for a long ti before realizing the most crucial part.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear; suddenly, a large crowd of people burst through the door.
Xu Qingyan and Lin Wanzhou were surrounded by others, each dressed in tuxedos and evening gowns. They all had smiles on their faces, as if they were attending so grand event.
The little garden with all its twists and turns was gone outside the door; instead, there was only a wide expanse of grass. Sunlight pierced in from the corner of the door; the fresh green looked like it had just been fished out of water.
For so reason, she had a bouquet of flowers in her hand. The moon also ca over, smiling, and Pei Muchan noticed she was also holding a bouquet.
Looking at Shen Jinyue smiling radiantly, she told her,
“They are having a wedding!”
A wedding?
Pei Muchan was startled, her emotions stirring inside her chest, her mind fuzzy. But this was the love reality show, which was still continuing with live broadcasts, and they were just guests…
She looked around and saw no caras; she didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt down.
It felt like her mind was not her own, but it constantly moved her forward. As if drunk, her clarity and confusion interchanged, knowing that she would feel so miserable in the next mont that she’d want to cry.
But before the tears could fall, a voice in her head imdiately reminded her.
“This is just a dream!”
Right, this was only a dream, so why take it seriously? But the next second, she would imdiately forget that she was dreaming and continued to walk forward with the flowers.
Where am I? Oh, this is the love reality show, and they are getting married.
The crowd on the grass were toasting each other, everything was so beautiful. Flowers were arranged in bunches, colorful and massive fruit baskets were set on tables, and there was no boundary in sight.
The love cottages were gone, and so was the moon.
The mixed crowd suddenly started singing, and amidst the lodious music, the bride and groom prepared to exchange rings. The officiant recited the vows, asking if anyone objected.
She felt very uncomfortable, but no matter what, her voice wouldn’t co out.
The mont the bride and groom kissed, Pei Muchan woke from her sleep with a start and sat bolt upright.
…
Xu Qingyan stood beside the refrigerator, chuckling as he popped open the tab of the fruit wine. The dim light from the refrigerator vaguely outlined his figure as he tilted his head back and took a few gulps.
Great, now that he’d had a drink, he couldn’t sleep.
“Hm? Strawberry flavored?” Xu Qingyan said with interest, looking down at the ingredients list.
Neither the kitchen nor the living room lights were on, so he had to move closer to see. This is how boring it got; just a few hours ago, he was pledging to beco a dia mogul.
Now, the dia mogul—Xu, stood in front of Pei Muchan’s refrigerator, reading the beer ingredient sheet by its light.
n die young, and insomnia can make you really bored.
Click, Pei Muchan’s bedroom door suddenly opened.
He was startled, turned his head, and saw a large expanse of bright yellow light spill out from her room like silk threads. It spread out like a spider web in all directions.
The two looked at each other across the dark living room, and Pei Muchan seed still half-asleep.
Xu Qingyan, wearing a puzzled expression, thought that it was because he had secretly tried the strawberry fruit wine that he was caught. He was about to offer an explanation.
“I thought you were asleep…”
Crap, that explanation seed even more sneaky. Sneaking around drinking fruit wine in the middle of the night at soone else’s house wasn’t exactly polite, but he felt that Pei Muchan wouldn’t mind.
Pei Muchan’s mind was a bit fuzzy; the living room was too dark, and looking at Xu Qingyan at the other end of the kitchen, she was still sowhat unable to tell reality from dreams for a mont, instinctively closing her eyes.
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