During this sleep, Yun Duo felt that he had slept for a long time and had many miscellaneous dreams.
She went back to the past. At that time, she had not graduated from college, and Liang Zheng had just started working. He used the first month's salary and bonus to buy her a snow-white dress, and compared it with the clouds in the mirror.
But he couldn't bear to wear it. Liang Zheng had lived with his mother since he was a child. His family was not wealthy, and he earned the tuition for college through his work-study program.
"Liang Zheng, I don't want it, you put it back." Yun Duo finally couldn't stand the temptation and put it on. He turned around in the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. Finally, he took it off resolutely and put it in his pocket.
He handed it to the stunned Liang Zheng.
At this moment, I was dreaming, but it was a real meeting again yesterday.
In the blink of an eye, the camera switched to Liang Zheng and Qu Mengjiao, who was smiling at the rose. Yun Duo shuddered and suddenly woke up, feeling pain as he raised his arm.
She twitched her lips and smiled bitterly: What she just had was a dream, but what happened last night was not a nightmare.
Turning her eyes, she realized that she was not sleeping on the sofa, but lying next to her was a handsome man, her recently married husband - Zhan Aoze.
The violent man showed kindness and let her sleep on the bed after seeing her injury?
The pajamas she was wearing were also taken off at some point, leaving only a pure white bra and panties.
Turning his body slightly, Yun Duo stared at him blankly. He was still sleeping. He had neat short hair, closed and slender eyes, long and slightly curled eyelashes, a tall nose, and beautiful lips.
He was motionless and sleeping soundly, and with his handsome face, he was like a peaceful angel.
An angel? A devil, right? She shook her head gently, with a wry smile on her lips.
Even if she wanted to sleep and forget about the scene last night, the pain in her body always reminded her that those pains were not fake, they were real.
Fortunately, today is the weekend, so she doesn't have to go to work and can stay quietly in the villa. She has no other hope at this time, she only hopes that her injuries will be better when she goes to work on Monday.
She knew clearly that it was getting late, but the clouds still moved lazily, staring blankly at the large light-colored curtains. The thin quilt suddenly moved, and her eyes quickly closed, and the anxiety in her heart rose again: the devil around her woke up.