The kite lay down again and again, her slender and thin body bent slightly, and the pillow seemed to be soaked with sweat, and it was wet and sticky to lie down, and it was uncomfortable. So the kite rolled over and childishly pushed the pillow to the other side.

After Obsidian left, the room fell silent again.

Kite listened quietly to the sound of his own breathing, long or short, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. After a while, he held his breath, and under the suppression of his efforts, the throbbing that was constantly beating in his heart, began to think about the girl, but his brain was a mess without any cooperation, no matter how Kite thought or associated, the response from his brain was just a boring busy sound.

Iris's eyes closed slightly, and the sapak-colored lips that had faded from blood opened and closed slightly, and he exhaled a short breath, probably because his brain had received too much information at once and couldn't reflect it, so let's rest first.

Thinking like this, the brain, which was not cooperative at the beginning, sang the opposite tune even more loudly at this moment. The memory of the girl began to churn in Kite's mind, the girl's delicate cheeks flowed in the memory, and the fragrance that belonged to the girl seemed to be still rippling on the tip of the nose.

It made it difficult for him to sleep, and the skin on his cheeks looked a little tight from the sweat from the dryness, and the intense discomfort prompted him to raise his hand to rub his slightly swollen temples.

But this idea was not realized, in the moment of contact with the delicate and slightly cool skin, the burning sensation on the tip of the index finger of the right hand was suddenly magnified, the kite took a breath, quickly took off the finger, the slightly narrowed pupils stared at his fingers, and his eyes searched his slender fingers inch by inch, and finally found only a dark black dot on the fingertips instead of imaginary burn marks.

In the last second, he was still a little excited, but in the next second, he sank to the bottom, and the kite, who was aware of this change in his mood, smiled self-deprecatingly. He stretched out his other hand and gently stroked his slightly burning fingertips, and the feeling of loss in his heart lingered for a long time.

This black spot is the mark left by the star grass, and the burning sensation is just the feeling of the skin injury. The kite turned his head to look at his hands, the hands were slender and beautiful as jade, as smooth and white as jade, the abdomen of the fingers was full and round, the fingers were slender and symmetrical, except for the black points of the fingertips, it was clearly complete and could not be more complete, where were the traces of burns?

Those burned, swollen hands, and the girl who was as bright as the moonlight, were just his dreams, right?

Would he have this kind of dream, this kind of dream full of crimson fantasy and sweetness?

Tired closed his eyes, even though he kept persuading himself in his heart, Kite Yi was still unable to get rid of the girl's smile. Is it really just a fake girl who is so beautiful, delicate, cute, and like a little animal that people can't help but want to love? What about him in his dreams, and his love for her?

"Xiao Luo."

Kite whispered the name that made his heart beat faster, and then he touched his heart. Ahh

Kite did not accept this point of view, although he could not deny that the contact with the girl was only in a dream, but he was sure that he really liked the girl.

But why did he have that kind of dream?