"This feeling really is like dreaming, it's too unreal. Precisely because this dream is so beautiful, I often fear waking up." Luo Qingli leaned gently on Gu Yuying's shoulder, still feeling it was all too fantastical.
She felt luckier than winning a jackpot, getting such a wonderful husband.
"What nonsense are you thinking!" Gu Yuying held Luo Qingli's hand and placed it on his face, "Qingqing, feel this, I'm warm, I truly exist. It's not a dream, even if it is, I won't let you wake up. Because, to me, you are also my beautiful dream, but I know this beautiful dream exists."
"You have to let me be sentimental for a bit! After all, I am a woman!" Luo Qingli pulled her hand back, all her little worries vanishing.
"Aren't I cooperating with you? Don't you feel it?" Gu Yuying asked.
"..."
"Are you angry?" Gu Yuying stretched out his slender fingers and poked at Luo Qingli's little face.
