Chapter 22: The Mischievous Kiss ④

  It's not just that her mind occasionally flashes with that kind of voice, but also in her dreams, she often encounters a strange scene:

  In my dream, Wu Xingmu was still around 3 years old, with two braids tied up in pigtails, wearing two big red bows on either side of her head, and a bright red dress and princess shoes, looking very festive, just like the traditional Chinese wedding attire.

  She squatted in a luxurious and spacious courtyard, happily playing with mud, building houses and playing house.

  But the only one who played with her was a little boy, slightly older than Wǔ Yīngmò. He wasn't far away, but for some reason, she couldn't see his face clearly. Wǔ Yīngmò could only vaguely hear him calling out to her: "Mò Mò——"

  The 3-year-old Wǔ Níng raised her head, but still couldn't see the boy's face clearly. Everything in front of her was clear, she could see that the boy was wearing a white shirt inside, a black suit outside, black leather shoes on his feet, and a dark red tie around his neck; but his face was like a mosaic, blurry and vague as if shrouded in thick fog.

  Mosaic refers to the technical term we learn in media studies. For example, when watching news involving sensitive topics, such as interviewing a murderer, a blurry patch may appear on the killer's face - that's mosaic! If you still don't know what it is, go search for it on Baidu yourself~

  In her dream, Weng Meini approached that little boy countless times, trying to get a clear look at his face, but failed countless times. Before she woke up, she clearly heard the boy say: "Meini, grow up and be my bride?"

  "Ah——" Wu Ningmo didn't know why she had been having the same dream for many years, all she knew was that every time she tried to recall it, her mind would become a mess, as if it was about to split open in unbearable pain.

  To alleviate the intense pain coming from inside her head, Wu Ning had no choice but to give up thinking. She opened her eyes only to find that Dong Fang Zhao had closed his eyes again.

  Wu Ning's feelings were quite strange, he was Dong Fang Zhao Yi! How could he fall asleep so easily? If it were Xi Meng Xuan Chen, she would have completely accepted it!

  "Hey, how can you sleep again?" Wu Xing was about to wake up Dong Fang Zhao, but she was still lying on the ground, and Dong Fang Zhao was still leaning on her, this posture was a bit ambiguous!

  Who would have thought that Dongfang Zhao was pushed to this point, and with a heavy bow of his head, he actually gave all his body's potential energy to Wu Xingmo.

  A tall and well-built young man, nearly 1.8 meters in height, was pressing down on Wu Xingmu's body, clearly with a substantial weight that made her feel almost suffocated despite being a martial artist herself. She hastily pushed him away again: "Hey hey! Dongfang Zhao, what are you doing? Get off me, it's crushing!"

  Wu Ningmo accidentally touched the face of Dongfang Zhao while dancing, and although it was only for an instant, she still felt an unusual temperature from his skin. She exclaimed: "So hot!"