C259 He Deserved to Die a Thousand Deaths

Yi Zhengxiang pushed her long, sweat-soaked hair behind her ears and said, "I heard you shouting something. What kind of dream did you have?"

Du Li's heart froze and cold sweat began to pour out of her body. She looked at him with her burning eyes and asked with a trembling voice, "You, what did you hear?"

"I didn't hear you clearly