"Do you know my dreams?" Autumn is still not at ease.

Immortal drunkenness makes people forget themselves and fall into a fictional fantasy, so how many secrets do the people who brew this immortal drunk know the people who fall into dreams?

Autumn is not sure, and some are frightened.

Dry bones wrapped around her neck, his hand went around, his fingers gently rubbed her very light lips, quietly withdrew his eyes, looked at her, and raised his eyebrows casually: "Ah Nong's dream, would you like me to know?" ”

The answer is ambiguous.

How should she answer?

Qiu Yinong didn't open her eyes, she didn't want to continue this topic, she didn't know how much he knew, she never believed that what was in one person's dream, another person could understand it.

She was always a little relieved to see it in her dreams.

She didn't speak, but Kuguhuan spoke lazily and slowly: "Just now, you were crying heartbreakingly in your dream, but what sad thing did you dream about?" ”

His fingers brushed gently over her lip line.

Qiu Yinong trembled all over, extremely uncomfortable.

No wonder the tears in the corners of his eyes haven't dried up, it turns out that he really cried while dreaming.

She felt a little embarrassed, her face changed slightly, but she asked him stubbornly, "Why did you let me have such a dream?" ”

Knowing that the immortal drunkenness will make people fall into a dream, weaving out the illusion that the drunk person wants the most, and the dry bone Huan is obviously instigating her to drink, pouring her one by one and getting her drunk.

The wind came from the bamboo forest, and the man's delicate silhouette looked extraordinarily enchanting and moving in the night.

The voice is as intoxicating as the breeze: "Ah Nong allows me to float, how can I not return your dream?" ”

Let me float and return to your dreams.

Qiu Yinong was shocked by his words, lying beside him, motionless, savoring his words, he actually tasted infinite brilliance, no matter how beautiful the dream is, after all, it is just a flower in the mirror.

"What about returning your dreams? When I woke up, nothing changed. ”

She was slightly stunned, and her voice became soft, somewhat indescribably sad.

Feeling the hand around her slowly tightened, the man pulled her to his side, he leaned sideways, buried his head next to hers, his thin lips slid over her ears, and the voice was soft and clear: "What's wrong with living in a dream?" ”

Autumn is strong, and I suddenly feel sad in my heart.

Ten years of proton career, a guest in a foreign country, waking up from a dream and not knowing where you are, how much do you know about the flowers?

He, too, lives in a dream.

For a while, the two of them stopped talking, and they had some experience of each other's state of mind, but they didn't know what to say to comfort.

It's almost winter, and it's cold this night.

Dry Guhuan got up, knowing that she was inconvenient to move, he stopped her waist and hugged her, the two of them were wrapped in plain white clothes, pulled by the wind and swayed gently, and the sleeves of the clothes were full of the smell of the breeze.

He carried her to the outside of the gazebo, and when he walked down the stairs, the man's clear and elegant voice broke through the air, and with the breeze, it was better than the breeze.

"Ah Nong, if one day, you are tired of this plot of assassination, and you deceive me, then let me go, we will ride horses and whips, the waves of the world, and the boats will follow each other, and no one will find us at the ends of the earth where there is no one and the birds are extinct."

He walked in the breeze, his clothes and hair flying, the lights floating, and the man's eyebrows looming in the blurred light and shadow.

Thrilling seduction.

He repeated softly, but clearly: "From now on, it's just the two of us." ”