I had an unspeakable dream.

In the dream, there was a man whose face could not be seen clearly, wearing a navy blue robe, and the style was not the current fashion.

From his wide sleeve, he stretched out a hand, his bony fingers grabbing my chin.

The man's hands were as white as jade, and he couldn't see a single pore.

Although I can't see his face clearly, I can tell from his body shape that he should be a very good-looking handsome guy.

In my dream, I was stunned, and my body was uncontrollable, but I could feel the man approaching me, a cold lip flap against mine.

"Zhang Zhouzhou, I can't stay in your dreams for too long, but we'll see you again soon. You can't forget me, you know? The man's voice was gentle, but unquestionable.

I didn't have any consciousness in my dreams, so I resigned my head.

He smiled in satisfaction, looked into my lower abdomen, and said, "Would you like to have a baby?" ”

I don't know how long I had been dreaming, but I suddenly woke up.

It was all dark, except for a lamp that wasn't too bright next to the bed.

I'm pretty sure I've woken up from my dream.

I stared at the ceiling of the hotel for a moment.

A few days ago, the students of our school organized a private group play, and everyone only needed to pay a little money to the leader, and they could go out to play together.

After all, the student price of group buying is always much cheaper.

I didn't want to come, but the other three people in our dormitory all came, and I didn't dare to sleep alone, so I followed.

During the day, you can eat when you should eat, drink when you should drink, and go to the hotel to rest when you are tired of playing.

So right now, I'm in a hotel room.

The bathroom door was suddenly opened, and I shuddered until I could see the man standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing a crumpled shirt, looking at me at a loss.

"Zhou Zhou...", his extremely crisp and nice voice called out to me.

I heard this voice a little familiar, but I knew that he was not the man in the dream, not only the body shape was different, but even the voice was quite different.

As I was distracted, the man walked in, and after standing beside me, he didn't make any other movements, cautiously, as if afraid to scare me.

Maybe it was the man's voice that was too nice, or maybe it was because he didn't seem aggressive, and my heart was beating wildly from being frightened, and I calmed down a little at this time.

But I still covered my body with a quilt, and asked in a voice that I thought was calm, but kept trembling, "Who are you?" Why in my room! What did you do to me?! ”

There was a faint sigh overhead, not loud and even difficult to catch, but maybe it was because I was tense right now, so I didn't miss it.

Then I saw him turn on the light.

My vision brightened up all of a sudden, and in just a breath, I had already adjusted to the light and recognized the man in front of me.

Liu Shichen!

When it comes to this name, everyone around me is familiar with it.

I've heard a lot about him since I went to college. The group of girls at the school praised him so much that at first I thought they were exaggerating. But when I met him in my sophomore year, I realized that what the girls said was not exaggerating.

The appearance is impeccable, let alone the family background and upbringing.

But this male god in the eyes of everyone actually became a "gentleman on the beam" today?

I stared at him, and he looked at me. Just when I was impatient and about to continue to ask loudly, Liu Shichen rolled his throat and explained: "I was drugged. ”

As far as the eye could see, I saw his unusually red ears and bloodshot eyes, and I suddenly understood what he meant by "drugged".

The harsh colors on the sheets woke me up and I lost something.

What happened between me and him is already self-evident.

Although in this era, women are not so harsh, but who doesn't want their first man to be a person who will go through his life in the future.

Liu Shichen's narrow phoenix eyes looked at me heavily, then picked up his clothes and put them on, left me a business card and left.

There was no one else in the room, and the tip of my nose, which was already sour, was even more sour now, and tears were falling down one by one.

Maybe it's because I'm crying too hard and I'm nervous, but I always feel that my crying is mixed with a little bit of other women's "giggle" laughter.

But as soon as I stopped and didn't make a sound, the laughter was gone.

Sure enough, I was too sensitive.

I sat stiffly on the bed for a long time, until I couldn't cry a single tear anymore, and then I went to the sink and washed my face in front of the mirror.