C1037 Who Is It

"Delia, I have been dreaming recently."

"There is a woman in the dream. I can't see her face clearly..."

"But I think I know her. Every time she calls my name, my heart aches..."

The man sits by the bed, his long arms, legs, and limbs are well-proportioned, but his handsome face is pale and cold sweat...

Delia's brows wrinkled without a trace, then she adjusted her smile and walked forward, her voice gentle.

"Yue Bai, you said that you dreamed of a woman?"

Yung Yuebai nodded and seemed to have recovered some of his strength. He pressed his temples with his joints and closed his long and deep eyes. His curled black eyelashes trembled.

"She also danced a very beautiful dance. I feel like I've seen that dance somewhere before."

"You must have been too tired recently, that's why you had this dream."

Slowly squatting down and looking up at the man, Delia's pale green eyes curved up.

Shaking his head, Yung Yuebai's magnetic voice had a trace of uncontrollable...

"No, I don't know why, I keep feeling... I know her..."

"Yue Bai, you're too tired. If you say you know her, then what's her name, what does she look like, and what's her voice like?"

The light from Shiva's lamp shone down, pouring down from the sky bit by bit. It was dazzling and blurry, shining on the man's three-dimensional facial features, making him look paler and paler...

Seeing that Yung Yuebai did not speak, Delia let out a long sigh of relief.

"Yue Bai, listen to me. Is it because that Su Tang kept pestering you and made you in a bad mood that you would have such a strange dream?"

"Don't think too much. Have a good rest. Three days later, it will be our wedding..."

"And that Su Tang. I have already advised her and told her that you are not her ex-boyfriend. She will not appear again."

Delia opened and closed her mouth, but Yung Yuebai did not listen at all. His mind was blank.

Almost, this dancing woman, almost could see what she looked like.

Just as she turned her head and walked towards him step by step, her face was exposed under the sunlight inch by inch. He wanted to open his eyes wide to see her clearly...

Delia woke him up...

Thinking of this, the man took a deep breath and suppressed the emotions in his heart. If he was given a few more seconds...

"Yue Bai, are you still thinking about that woman in your dream?"

Staring at the man's deep and exquisite eyes and the long line of his eyes, Delia gritted her teeth and crystal continuously flowed out of her eyes...

"We are going to get married..."

This soft and suppressed voice of grievance pulled Yung Yuebai out of thousands of thoughts in an instant.

That's right, what was he doing now? He was going to marry Delia... Was he looking for trouble?

The one in front of him would be his wife. She would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Although he did not remember some things, Delia said that she was interested in her and promised to give her a grand wedding.

Since he had said those words, he naturally had to be responsible. Furthermore, since he was young, because of the four words "Heavenly Evil Lone Star," he had only received cold, isolated and unusual gazes...

Therefore, he swore that he must treat his future wife very well, loyal, and devoted to Qin Se and Ming.

"I'm sorry. I will forget this dream."

The man's dark red lips parted slightly. He reached out his hand and hesitated. In the end, he slowly landed on Delia's head and gently rubbed it.

"Delia, I will not let you down."

Only then did Delia wipe away the tears on her face and happily nodded her head before lying in the man's arms.

Yung Yuebai stared blankly at his palm. This action of touching the top of his hair and rubbing his hair was so familiar...

"Yung Yuebai, stop!"

"Can you not treat me like a pet and rub my hair..."

"This is how you touch the snow wolf..."

It came out again, this voice!

Delia did not notice the man's dull and abnormal behavior, and her heart was filled with joy. She had been leaning in Yung Yuebai's arms for so long, but she was not pushed away.

Was he going to wait until the clouds parted to see the moon?

As she probed, she grabbed the man's finger bit by bit and Delia softly said, "Yue Bai, I am waiting for you to fulfill your promise and marry me. I want to be the most beautiful bride..."

As she finished speaking, because of shyness, Delia did not look at the expression on the man's face. She quickly got up and ran towards the door.

As for Yung Yuebai, previously, it was totally a female voice that suddenly popped up in his head, causing him to be stunned. He did not notice what Delia did.

When he came back to his senses, he was the only one left in the room. The man slowly lowered his head and looked at his knuckles.

"Who... are you?"

The man's eyebrows were slightly knitted. His straight long legs were straight, step by step, vigorous and uniform... He was heading towards the toilet.

Soon, the sound of water splashing came from the toilet. Yung Yuebai's hands were covered with white foam and he kept rubbing them.

Why did he have a mysophobia towards Delia?

He remembered that his mysophobia was very serious... Of course, after all these years, he had many women.

But they were all physiological needs... Every time it ended, he would take a full three hours bath. The bedsheets and covers were all replaced.

Usually, a woman would not easily come into contact with him... It should be, anyone who came into contact with him... The doctor once said that this was a type of sickness.

You are afraid that your world will be invaded, so you will keep a distance from the crowd to ensure the safety of your imagination.

Boss, when you find the person you like, this distance will no longer exist...

"The person you like... If I don't like Delia, why should I marry her?"

Staring blankly at the mirror, the man's face was filled with confusion and dullness, like a lost child.

No... It must be that he had some special feelings for her.

Slowly taking a towel from the side, he carefully wiped his porcelain white and slender fingers. The man's thoughts wandered a little...

Appearance... name... voice.

"Yes, I didn't see his face and I don't know his name, but that voice!"

A flash of light flashed across Yung Yuebai's eyes. The man quickly threw down the towel and walked out.

That voice was not Delia's voice. It was clear and crisp, like the sound of jade falling onto porcelain plates. When acting coquettishly, there would be some softness and nasal sound.

"Cough, cough, cough, Ah Chou!"

Su Tang casually grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Oh my god, she kicked the blanket when she slept at night, but she caught a cold...

"Cough, cough," Su Tang sighed and pinched her throat, "It is really fatal..."

A cold like a landslide, it was a pity that her throat was completely ruined...