"Earth spirits?"

Although there are some things that he doesn't understand, Platinum still feels that he needs to ask clearly.

In particular, these questions are to be heard by my own grandfather.

In the dark night, the houses in ancient costumes are particularly deserted in the dark night.

Sanskrit was rudely pushed inside, and then the door slammed shut.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Fanyin turned around in a panic to open the door, but found that the door could not be opened.

She was told that if she was scared alone in the dark, she would speak loudly to ease her fear.

With her back against the door, she shouted loudly at the darkness in front of her, "Who are you?" What the hell is this place? ”

Just when she thought there was no one in the room, suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the room.

The darkness blinds the eyes, but it allows the ears to convey what they hear to their heads more clearly.

She felt that there was a dangerous beast in the darkness, approaching her step by step, as if waiting for an opportunity to swallow her in one gulp.

Fanyin stiffened, she was scared and wanted to open the door, but as soon as she turned around, a hot chest pressed against her back, and this sudden feeling frightened her almost screamed.

"Who are you, and why did you arrest me here?" Fanyin tried her best to stabilize her voice, not wanting the other party to know her fear at the moment.

It's a pity that her trembling body has already betrayed her mood at the moment.

The man behind him did not answer her, but imprisoned her between the door and his chest.

He was tall and stood behind her, her head, just touching his chin.

His hot breath sounded deep and shallow above her head.

"Sanskrit ......"

Hearing the other party shouting her name, Fanyin paused for a moment and subconsciously replied, "Who are you?" ”

Why would you know her name.

The man suddenly turned her body, his hands imprisoned her in his arms, and his warm thin lips pressed against hers, with a little hoarseness: "Your man." ”

He is like an emperor on high and cannot refuse to declare.

The tone is arrogant, with a natural majesty.

"Let go of me......" As soon as Sanskrit Yin spoke, his red lips were gagged.

The sudden kiss made Fanyin temporarily deaf, and then she pushed him vigorously, and let out a scream from her mouth.

The man's body, like a Tarzan, made her unable to shake half a point.

Until, the man was like a ferocious beast, and he was crazy about her.

Who is he?

In his ears, his voice still echoed: "Sanskrit ......"

"I'm your man......"

The dream, the dream again.

Waking up in the middle of the night, Fanyin sat on the bed, feeling the warmth brought by the futon wrapping her body, and the whole person was a little dazed.

She had that strange dream again, and it seemed that this dream had been following her for many years.

From a vague concept when I was a child, to a clearer and clearer concept when I grew up,

From a few times when I was a child, to more and more frequent when I grew up.

Why?

Moreover, today's dreams are different, much more concrete and real than before.

Close her eyes, and the previous scenes will clearly appear in front of her eyes.

Being held in the arms of the man, as well as the hot breath he exhaled, such a feeling is still vividly and profoundly imprinted in her body.

It's as if it wasn't a dream, but something that really happened.

"Who are you?" Sanskrit lay on the bed, looking at the curtain on the top of the bed, muttering to herself.

His appearance, his voice are so vague and illusory, but the warmth he gives himself is a real existence.