He glanced in the direction of the bedroom door and thought calmly: Yun Shuning's reaction just now seemed a little abnormal?
After Yun Shuning simply washed up, she glanced at the time and a thought suddenly popped into her mind: it was time for her live broadcast.
She walked out of the room lightly and then went straight towards the door.
"Ningning." He Yan didn't like the presence of other people in the house, so there were only him and her in the whole villa. "Where are you going?"
Yun Shuning looked at the person who appeared in front of her and said seriously, "It's almost time for my live broadcast."
"Can we have breakfast first?"
"It's almost time for my live broadcast." She looked at him with a hint of grievance in the corners of her eyes.
He reached out and gently held her wrist, and sighed as if helplessly: "Then come with me."
The reason why Yun Shuning felt that all this was a dream was because when He Yan touched her, she could hardly feel his strength.
It’s too light, so light that it doesn’t seem like a real person.
She didn't know what had happened, so she came to a study. When she came to her senses, she had already started today's live broadcast in front of the camera.
She is so dedicated that she even remembers to broadcast live in her dreams, for fear of disappointing her audience.
She thought while writing mechanically, without any force in her strokes.
After a while, there were two knocks on the door. She looked at the person who came in. She didn't know when she stopped writing, and a mark of ink was left on the paper.
"It's time for breakfast, Ningning." He Yan's voice sounded so gentle that people wanted to fall in love with it. "This is the latest time for breakfast that I can accept."
He learned from Zhao Guping yesterday that she had a poor appetite.
Yun Shuning listened to his words, but still stood there in a daze, saying nothing.
He Yan took two steps towards her, put his forehead against hers, and said in a low voice with a hint of temptation: "What are you thinking about?"
She blinked slowly, her voice inexplicably soft and ethereal: "I was thinking..."
"This dream is really long." The morning snowstorm stopped. At this moment, a beam of sunlight shone through the thick clouds and sprinkled on the words she had just written:
"I don't realize I am just a guest in my dream."
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