C253 aftershock

The next day.

Early morning.

When Lu Zhinan woke up, the dream had already become blurry. Some broken images flashed across his mind, but they were so far away that he could no longer catch them.

Fang Miaomiao was still sound asleep.

She was so close to him that his lips brushed the porcelain skin of her neck like catkins.

He tensed, his heart thumping, ready to leap out of his chest