How much does spring know of dreams?

  "It's indeed true to its reputation." The man didn't hesitate at all and took it over to drink it all up. Xia Jianing looked at him with a surprised face and whispered: "You just teased me like that, aren't you worried I'd take the opportunity to drug you back?"

  The man's lips curled up, "What am I afraid of? Are you running a robbery agency at home?"

  Xia Jianing waved her fist, "Ge Ha Ba Er, say it again, my family runs a winery." She always felt a bit silly in front of him.

  He suddenly leaned in close to her, "So you won't ruin the reputation of Xia's winery, what do I have to worry about?"

  This was also her first time to appreciate his facial features under the light at close range, those sexy lips, deep eyes, straight nose, proud coldness and calm gaze, really made people want to immediately strip off his clothes and make love...

  Recently really degenerated, Xia Jianing silently sighed a few times in her heart, and involuntarily stretched out her tongue to lick her lips.

  The man saw her action and suddenly stiffened his body, immediately moving a few steps away.

  "Goodbye." He turned and left, reminding her to lock the gate before he went. Xia Jianing stood under the eaves, trying hard to ignore the scorching breath that had just sprayed on her neck, but her face was already flushed red.

  What a clever man, thumbs up!

  It took a long time to calm down the excitement in my heart, locked the door, changed clothes, blew dry hair, and sat blankly for a while before lying on the bed. My body was still a bit stiff, and I felt like I had just taken a sauna, with my whole body feeling hot.

  Time and time again, I recall that scorching breath, and then think of the feeling of being held in his arms.

  She always thought she was either feverish or crazy, tightly biting the corner of her quilt and laughing, "Hmph, if I really opened a brothel, I'd definitely use aphrodisiacs to rob men of their souls."

  Before falling into a dream, she repeatedly warned herself: was it love at first sight? It's just a fleeting encounter, who still remembers who after turning around? Forget about it!

  Xia Jianing was woken up early in the morning by Wang Er Da Ye from next door, who was shouting in a Sichuan opera voice.

  Although it was a hot summer day, the air conditioner was on in the house. She covered herself with an air-conditioned quilt and still felt a bit cold, so she shrank her body, only to suddenly realize that her palm was still covering that soft lump on her chest.

  The only scene he remembered after waking up was the scent of grass in the air, the afternoon sun shining on the table and dancing with fine dust, he slowly turned around in the sunlight, his good-looking lips slightly curled up.

  Who was staring at whom, with only him in their eyes? Who held whose hand first, with a wet palm? Who kissed whose lips first, with a mouth full of wine fragrance?

  His slender hands slowly untied her clothes, and the innate shyness of a woman made her skin secrete layers of fine sweat, revealing a lustrous glow.

  She couldn't remember if the man in her dream had kissed her or not, but she remembered one detail: his hand was on her chest, and a soft, delicate pink color appeared at the tip of his finger for the first time, making her feel embarrassed and close her eyes.