C895 Siesta

"A Yue?" Feng Li looked at the person on the bed mumbling his name, and his smile became wider. So even in her dreams, she would still think about him?

"Damn you!" On the bed, Murong Yue's next sentence came out. Feng Li's smile had already stiffened. But in the next second, Feng Li felt his body becoming hot.

A splitting headache came upon him