He is one of my "acquaintances", the male protagonist in the spring (dream) during the night shift.

Only this time, I still can't see his face clearly, but looking at that figure, at least it's above 180.

The golden mask blocked the part above his nose, revealing only the pointed chin, and the bright red and plump lips seemed to be made for kissing.

I don't know how amazing the face under the mask will be.

My face burned at this moment, and the shameful scene from yesterday's dream came to my mind.

Faintly, with a hint of anticipation.

Suddenly, he had come to my side, and his long, cold fingers gently cupped my cheeks: "Did you forget me so soon?" Looks like I didn't work hard enough yesterday! ”

"Why are you crying?"

His fingers seemed to have a magical power, and as the fingertips rubbed against his face, my restless heart gradually sank, and my stiff body became soft.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he grinned in a very graceful arc, and those dexterous hands quickly untied the rope of my lower body. The cloth on the mouth was also removed.

Breathing fresh air again, I immediately opened my mouth and breathed in the fresh air.

However, before he could take a full breath, he pressed down.

......

Since my mother said that I should get married within three months, let me be willful in my dreams.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already noon.

It was bright in front of me, and the blank futon was also very neat, without the slightest trace of messiness.

I subconsciously reached out and touched my back, and I don't know when the thin pajamas were soaked.

Everything in my dream was so real that I was a little reluctant.

I put on my clothes and walked to the kitchen, and my mother prepared lunch for me for the first time, but there was a note pressed next to the plate, with a line of small characters written on it.

"Dead girl, she said she was not in a hurry to get married, what is it called in the middle of the night!"

In a word, my face became hot again, and I drank a glass of ice water directly, and then it returned to normal.

Did I call it? And is that really just a dream? But why is this still continuous?

I looked in the mirror and carefully examined my body, there was no trace of H post-generation, and my body did not feel any tiredness, but I was a little more energetic than usual.

Could it be that being ashamed in a dream still helps to make people feel better?

I don't know why, I didn't wear the sexy dress my mother bought for me, but pulled a long skirt out of the cabinet and put it on my body.

It seems that it was because he had said in a dream, "Is my beauty only available to him?"

Thinking of this, the corners of my mouth raised slightly, outlining a touch of helplessness, I have really been suffering more and more recently.

There wasn't much in the old town, just a lot of teahouses and activity rooms, and I didn't go far before I came to the door of the agreed teahouse.

While listening to the melodious sound of the piano, I was waiting for my blind date.

It's just that the tea has been drunk, but the man still hasn't appeared, and even the storyteller has changed several times.

Won't this man come again? A strange thought came to my mind, and my phone vibrated immediately after.

It was a strange number, and as soon as it was connected, a male voice shouted at the other end.

"Miss Gu Anzhi, my surname is Han, I was supposed to meet you today, but my ex-girlfriend came to find her today, she is pregnant, and we are getting married, sorry."

My hand holding the phone paused, could this reunion time come too coincidentally? Still pregnant?

But after thinking about it, this kind of thing can't be forced, it can only mean that there is no fate between us.

"That's clatter."

"Thank you."

At the end of the call, I ordered another pineapple crisp, ate it in small bites, and then picked up my bag and walked home.

By the way, my mother went to a message when I went out.

"Mom, people are getting married, so your daughter failed on a blind date again."

The mother seemed to be busy and didn't reply, so she must have been speechless.