"He really has a big heart, sleeping so soundly. Doesn't he know to be careful around other girls, especially me... Brother Ting, what do you think?" Chen Yu whispered, her left hand propping up her cheek.
Her right hand's onion-white fingers brushed across the sleeping man's cheek, forehead, temples, nose, lips, until reaching his Adam's apple and collarbone.
The sensation was the same as in her dreams, yet it felt even more real.
Chen Yu's eyes clouded over for a moment, and she had to pat her face to regain some clarity. She was also being influenced by the master of pleasure, and had she not been strong in this respect, she might have succumbed.
At that moment, Yun Ting spoke from Li Changhe's chest, "After all... he hasn't rested much in the past month. Also, he trusts you a lot."
"Trust... I almost don't trust myself," Chen Yu murmured with a light snort, then began constructing dream defenses for Li Changhe.
