C1489 Nightmare

The wet towel fell on Lih Lingye's face, and he immediately came back to his senses. But just as he was about to push away the wet towel that fell on his face, a soft, boneless hand brushed across his face along with the wet towel.

In an instant, a feeling as though electricity had brushed past the tip of his heart. That soft touch was so familiar, so comfortable, and so dreamlike