Having had that strange dream last night, Pu Sangzhi now felt a sense of eerie unreality whenever she saw Huo Feng.
And to top it all off, Huo Feng was carrying a watermelon...
Seeing this watermelon, Pu Sangzhi was reminded of the dream from the night before, where Huo Feng came to her home with a big basket of watermelons to ask for her hand in marriage.
For some reason, she became somewhat irritated, "What are you doing with a watermelon?"
"Huh?"
Huo Feng raised an eyebrow and casually patted the watermelon he was holding, "It's for eating, of course..."
Pu Sangzhi couldn't help but raise her voice, "From now on, don't bring any more watermelons! Always bringing watermelons, do you like them that much?"
"Er..."
Huo Feng was a bit perplexed, "Don't you also like them a lot?"
Pu Sangzhi did indeed like watermelons, but after that dream last night, she just couldn't look at the fruit the same way anymore.
