Pointer came over and sat down face to face with him.
He reached out and pressed the corner of his lips, his fingertips trembling.
No…no.
Why do I have this kind of dream?
He could understand that he dreamed about Ian Dong because of the smell of Ian Dong's perfume. In fact, he had already thought of it in his random thoughts before falling asleep.
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