Yu Siqiao used his thumb to smooth out her furrowed brows and whispered, "What did you dream about?"
Mo Shu murmured softly.
In the dream, the star river stretched far and wide, and thick mist loomed endlessly.
The legendary Creator God was just a rather vague silhouette, appearing with a high nose bridge and sharp eyebrows.
His robe was wide open, revealing a large expanse of his chest, making him look rather dashing.
He seemed to be lounging sideways on a recliner, with long hair draping down.
Mo Shu couldn't see his face, but she could sense his casual gaze, lazy, as if indifferent to everything. Suddenly, he looked at her, his voice languid, with a hint of amusement, "I also want to experience the feeling of a racing heart. Could you confess to me?"
The lazy tone, as if he were inviting Mo Shu for breakfast, was so relaxed and simple.
Mo Shu, exasperated, shouted, "You already have a wife! Ask your wife to confess to you! Isn't she more capable of making your heart race?"
