"No more......"

Onori let out a faint protest.

The dream floats and sinks, as if drowning in the deep sea, and as the waves roll over, it instantly drowns people.

The frames in front of me are constantly changing, from blurry to clear, from void to real. Whenever she tried to see more clearly, all she could see was the outline of the face......

She was turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

The darkness is boundless, nothing can be seen, the five senses are magnified several times, and the power behind him is even more fierce than ever.

I don't know how long later, she was picked up again.

The two hands that were in the air instinctively wrapped their arms around his neck, and his hoarse voice fell from his ears: "Do you see clearly?" ”

"Don't look at it...... woo"

The incoherent tone is presented in the form of a crying voice.

"Don't cry." He coaxed her softly, very gently.

Wen Weaving cried and twitched: "You can't, you can't do this anymore, it's not right." ”

There was a smile in the man's tone, which was a very doting tone: "What is right?" ”

Wen Zhi thought for a while, stumbled and said: "Only, only a very close relationship, can you do intimate things, you and I, can't do this." ”

"You resist because your name is not right?" The man asked her after thinking about it.

Wen Zhi's nasal voice was still very strong, and he whispered: "Hmm." ”

Her head was confused, and she answered whatever the man asked, and the coherence was quite clear.

The man said, "I see." ”

Wen Weaving was stunned, what did he know?

At this time, Wen Ori suddenly noticed that the surrounding environment was changing, and there seemed to be a white glimmer in front of her eyes.

Is it a dream about to wake up?

As the white glimmer drew closer to her, she closed her eyes, and after a long time, when she opened them again, she found herself in a luxuriously decorated bedroom.

And at this moment she is sitting in front of a dressing mirror inlaid with Manta roses, in the mirror she is wearing a white veil, her makeup is exquisite, and her white wedding dress is unbelievably beautiful.

"Wedding ......" Wen Zhi stared at herself dressed as a bride in the mirror, her eyes were blank: "I'm married?" ”

'Knock Knock'

There was a knock on the door outside.

Wen Wei didn't know what was going on, so she had to stand up and stumble to open the door with her long skirt.

Outside the door stood a maid.

The maid bowed to Wen and called her, "Young lady, are you ready?" ”

Wen Ori wondered: "What to prepare?" ”

The maid said, "Your wedding to your husband." ”

"Wedding ......" The confusion on Wen Ori's face turned inexplicable, "I don't want to get married." ”

The maid didn't care what Wen Ori said, and said to herself, "Sir is already waiting for you in the church." ”

"Wait for me? You are mistaken, today is not my marriage. Wen Zhi closed the door directly, and no matter how much the maid knocked on the door, she would not open the door again.

It's weird.

She didn't even have a boyfriend, and suddenly someone came to inform her to get married.

Who are you married?

Who will be the bridegroom?

It's a dream, a bizarre world, and everything you see is fictional. But if she got married in a dream, who would her fictitious groom be? Which big star will it be? Or former classmates? Or a strange man you don't know at all?

Is he handsome?

Is he tall?

Does he have money?

All kinds of curiosity came to him, Wen Weaving couldn't hold back the curiosity generated in the dream, and turned around to open the door: "Who is the groom who married me?" ”

She thought she opened the door and the maid was still outside.

But when she opened the door, the maid vanished, and in its place a long red carpet stretched down the altar.

It is a magnificent church, with a stained glass dome illuminating the interior of the church in daylight, and the priest by the altar smiles at her.

It's a wedding.

The heroine is Wen Ori herself.

And the male protagonist of the wedding, wearing a white suit, stood under the holy platform in front of the priest and waited for her.

At this point, the priest motioned for Onori to move forward.

Wen Weaving took a step forward, but soon she stopped, was she married in the past? No! Her purpose was to see who the man was.

She took a deep breath, dragged the hem of her long skirt, and walked towards the shrine step by step.

As she got closer, she became more and more nervous.

Until she was only a meter away from the man, Onori stared at the man's back for a moment, then mustered up the courage to stretch out her worried hand.

She gently patted the man on the shoulder, and then the man turned around with a bouquet of Manta roses in his hand.

When she saw the man's appearance clearly, the whole person was petrified!

"You, you, you—"

"Is it justified now?" The man asked her.

Wen Ori slowly retreated under his feet, but accidentally stepped on the skirt under his feet, his center of gravity lost his stability, and he fell down.

With a 'bang'.

A long silence followed.

The hour hand on the wall clock is just eight o'clock in the morning, and the smart curtains slowly open, and when the sun shines through the window lattice at the end of the bed, a slender hand slowly reaches out from under the bed to the bed.

Onori struggled to get up and lie back on the bed, rubbing her aching buttocks as she remembered how she had fallen under the bed.

It's like a dream......

That's right, it's a dream.

She dreamed that her wedding was taking place in a church.

The picture in the dream is very beautiful, and she drags her long wedding dress towards the altar, just to see with her own eyes who the bridegroom who is married to her.

When the bridegroom turns—

She's awake!

I stumbled and woke up.

In reality, too, she fell under the bed.

Wedding dresses, weddings, shrines, godfathers, every frame is still vivid, as if it was a real experience.

Especially when I think of the groom's face in my dream, Wen Weaving's mood becomes mixed.

This is the second time I've dreamed of him.

This time there was not only passion, but also a wedding.

Wen Wei buried her face in the pillow and sighed, but the moment her face touched the pillow, the image of being forced to bury her face in the pillow last night flashed in her mind, and she immediately raised her head.

The root of the ear is red.

And it's not normally red.

"It's over~" Wen Ori hurriedly got out of bed, limped into the bathroom with his slippers on his slippers, and rinsed his face with cold water.

Eight twenty o'clock.

Onori finally went out.

Shang Jing thought that Wen Weaving would leave very early, so he came out at half past seven to wait for Wen Weaving, but he waited for nearly an hour before seeing Wen Weaving's limping figure.

Shang Jing was naturally angry.

But considering Wen Weaving's leg injury, as well as Wen Weaving's grievances yesterday, he endured it and didn't make a reminder call.

"Onori."

Shang Jing lowered the window and shouted.

Wen Zhi looked in the direction of the voice, and when she saw that it was Shang Jing, she limped over: "Brother Shang Jing, is there something wrong?" ”

Shang Jing answered, and then raised his chin to signal her, "Get in the car." ”

Wen Weaving was puzzled: "Get in the car? ”

Shang Jing explained to her: "My mother asked me to send you there." ”