After driving the woman out of the bathroom, Yan Mojiu stood there for a while. His remaining consciousness made him feel that something was wrong.

There was no time to turn off the shower, and the water was still pouring down, pouring on his head, quickly disrupting his thoughts.

Yan Mojiu took a shower in a somewhat mechanical manner, pulled a bath towel around himself, and walked out of the bathroom holding onto the wall.

I felt extremely dizzy, my eyes were blurry, and the sky and the earth were spinning.

As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, Yan Mojiu stopped and looked at the graceful girl in front of him. Under the dim light, the attractive lace nightgown looked very unfamiliar to him. It was impossible that his little rose would wear that style.

He raised his fingers, pressed them, and frowned.

It's a dream.

Or maybe it's an illusion.

Meng Mingxuan walked forward and put her arm around his shoulders. "Does this look good on me?"

Yan Mojiu didn't look at her, nor did he speak to her. He pushed her hand away, walked forward sideways, and fell on the bed.

Mingxuan is not at home.

She hasn't been back for a long time.

“……” Being ignored, Meng Mingxuan clenched her fists.

It's so infuriating.

The fighting spirit suddenly surged up, she turned around and ran to the bed, lying on it, "Look at me!"

Yan Mojiu was obedient and really opened his eyes to look at her, but the deep look in his eyes gradually made her feel a little overwhelmed. She wanted to go down in a panic, but he held her down.

"Why don't you go home?"

He hugged her tightly, closed his eyes and smelled her fresh scent after bathing, "Do you know that brother misses you very much?"

Meng Mingxuan lay on top of him, unable to move, but she soon sensed something was wrong with him. She saw him losing control, and now she was confused by his words.

"We're going home." She freed one hand and gently touched his still damp hair.

Yan Mojiu didn't say anything else and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Meng Mingxuan thought that she couldn't let him sleep, so she tried to turn her head to kiss him, but he hugged her so tightly that she could only kiss his neck.

When her lips touched his neck, Yan Mojiu's breath sank slightly, and he hugged her arms tightly and began to release the strength.

He tilted his chin upwards, allowing her to kiss his Adam's apple without any problems.

Meng Mingxuan's kiss was not very skillful, but it was enough to arouse Yan Mojiu to death.

"Can I kiss you up there?" he asked, unable to control himself.

Will she be good in the dream?

Meng Mingxuan responded, climbed up, and kissed him on his thin lips.

Yan Mojiu's breathing was completely disordered. He turned over and pressed her into the quilt, kissing her hard and lustfully, with his palms so strong that it was frightening, as if he wanted to crush her into his bones and blood.

Meng Mingxuan felt a little pain and struggled slightly, then he grabbed her wrist and lifted it above his head.

"Will you be angry?"

He stared at her blushing cheeks and her glistening lips and asked in a low voice.

Meng Mingxuan felt that drunk Yan Mojiu had a lot of problems. She gently pushed her knees upwards, "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

“Uncomfortable.”

"Then go on." She winked at him.

Yan Mojiu lowered his head and rubbed her nose, "I'm afraid you'll be angry, even in a dream."

“…”

It turned out that he thought he was dreaming.

"Don't worry, I won't be angry in my dreams." Meng Mingxuan coaxed him.

"Really?" Yan Mojiu's dark eyes lit up.

"Really? If you don't believe me, try it...ah."

Meng Mingxuan was about to burst into tears. She pushed the head in her arms and said with a trembling voice: "You bastard."

Yan Mojiu raised his head and looked into her watery eyes, as if he was looking for something.

After a while, he smiled and said, "I'm really not angry."

“…”

She just had to coax a drunkard.

But Meng Mingxuan hugged him gently and said, "Don't be angry."

"Are you never angry no matter what I do?" He lowered his head and pecked her lips. This dream was so beautiful that it felt real.

"Don't get angry about anything."

Meng Mingxuan was very curious about what he wanted to do to her in his dream.

She soon found out.

Yan Mojiu was wild unlike the one she was familiar with, and his actions were so bold that she was dumbfounded.

She tried to struggle, but he pulled the tie aside, tied her wrists, and tied it around her neck.

Lu Jingqian gave him a battle robe and then died in battle. She looked at his dark, deep and cold eyes with horror, and there were flames jumping in them that made her scalp tingle.

"Brother Jiu, you, you calm down."

She seemed to have gotten out of her mind.

Meng Mingxuan had adjusted the light to the most suitable intensity for the night in advance, so that she looked even more beautiful in Yan Mojiu's eyes.

"The pajamas are beautiful, but redundant."

Yan Mojiu's slightly cool fingers gently stroked her delicate collarbone.

Before Meng Mingxuan could say anything, he grabbed her legs.

"Ninth Brother..."

In the dark night, the soft female voice gradually turned into a crying tone.

After a long time, Yan Mojiu finally stood up and looked at her. When he lowered his head to kiss her again, she turned her head away.

Yan Mojiu was careless for a moment, and after he recovered, Meng Mingxuan quickly rolled to the side, refusing to let him continue to be so presumptuous.

Yan Mojiu didn't chase her. He just lay there on his side, looking at her with deep eyes.

Meng Mingxuan's breathing took a long time to calm down. She moved her hands but couldn't get rid of the tie. She didn't know how he tied it.

"Help me untie it." She turned to look at him.

"Didn't you say you weren't angry?" Yan Mojiu tilted his head and looked at her, as if she was a little liar who had cheated on him.

Meng Mingxuan bit her lip. He didn’t say it would be like this.

"I'm not angry." She lowered her eyes, "Help me untie it first, my wrists are sore from being tied up."

When Yan Mojiu heard her say that her wrist hurt, he moved faster than he thought to help her untie her tie.

Meng Mingxuan got herself back and looked up at him, "Are you still dreaming?"

"Yes."

The drunk Yan Mojiu seemed sober and normal, but in fact his brain was many beats slow.

"So do you like this dream?"

"like."

"Why do you like it?"

"Because Mingxuan is back home."

ah?

Meng Mingxuan was stunned for a second, "Didn't I go home with you?"

Yan Mojiu raised his hand and pinched her face. "Mingxuan lives on campus and hasn't been home for a long time."

At that moment, Meng Mingxuan didn't know what it felt like inside.

Sour, numb, and swollen.

Intertwined, I feel like crying.

"Brother hasn't cried yet, why are you crying?"

Yan Mojiu pressed the corners of her red eyes, then reached out and hugged her to comfort her: "Don't cry, brother loves you."

Meng Mingxuan regretted countless times, why didn't she reincarnate earlier? If she had been reincarnated before she was 18, she could have changed many things.

But she had no choice.

She could only love him as best she could.

She pushed him away, and when he looked at her with a slightly gloomy look, she held his face with both hands and spoke word by word, "I don't live on campus, I don't go home, we are married, and you are my legal husband now. I liked you a long, long time ago, but I thought you only regarded me as a sister, so I hid this feeling. Now we are married, I don't have to hide it anymore. Yan Mojiu, I like you, I like you very much, I have always liked you."