80s: Little Sweet Wife

Wu Mei raised his neck and stared at the moon without blinking. His head moved with the moon, but he watched with relish.

I usually didn't pay much attention to it, but I didn't expect the moon to be so beautiful in the middle of the night. Wu Mei was stunned for a while, not knowing that there was one more person on the old camphor tree opposite.

Yan Mingshun felt amused when he looked at the silly little girl. He was so close to a living person, and the silly girl hadn't seen it yet. How silly!

People are stupid and daring, and they are not afraid of falling down while sitting so high!

Wu Mei's head bounced off something and rolled onto her hand. It was a black camphor tree fruit. She couldn't help but look at the old camphor tree, Yan Mingshun smiled at her.

"Bright……"

Wu Mei hurriedly covered his mouth and smirked at Yan Mingshun. He was worried that no one could talk about his thoughts. Such a freshman came out, and it was Yan Mingshun.

Somehow, at this moment, seeing Yan Mingshun, Wu Mei was indescribably happy, and there was a hint of sweetness.

Yan Mingshun looked around, his body suddenly vertical, and like last time, he threw himself on the sewer pipe, Wu Mei hurriedly retreated, making room for Yan Mingshun.

"Why haven't you slept so late?"

Yan Mingshun sat next to Wu Mei in a row and asked her in a low voice, the hot air from his mouth sprayed on Wu Mei's ears, it was hot and humid, and Wu Mei felt itchy and crisp.

His face turned red inexplicably!

She was busy reciting the meditation mantra three times in her heart, secretly admonishing herself, you didn't even come here, what are you thinking about?

"What do you think?"

After a long time of not getting a response, Yan Mingshun only saw the girl talking to herself stupidly, not knowing what she was muttering, and asked another question.

"It's nothing, it's just fantasies, think about everything, hehe!" Wu Mei said with a guilty conscience.

A gust of cold wind blew over, Wu Mei couldn't help shaking his body, Yan Mingshun frowned, grabbed Wu Mei's hand and touched it, coldly, his brows frowned even deeper.

"Go down and run on the windowsill to blow the cold wind in the middle of the night. Are you stupid?"

Yan Mingshun couldn't help but drag Wu Mei unwillingly, and the window was closed tightly, making Wu Mei lie down on the bed.

"Why are you blowing the cold air if you don't sleep so late?" Yan Mingshun asked again.

Wu Mei huddled under the covers, sniffed, and whispered, "I'm dreaming, I can't sleep."

"Have a nightmare?"

Yan Mingshun thought that the little girl was having a nightmare, so he comforted: "Dreams are always the opposite. Often nightmares mean that there will be good news, nothing to be afraid of."

Wu Mei shook his head vigorously, "It's not a nightmare, it's a beautiful dream!"

She couldn't help but shared those two dreams with Yan Mingshun~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and that beautiful woman.

"Brother Mingshun, why do I dream of that woman twice in a row? Look, she looks like this, doesn't she look like me?"

Wu Mei opened the drawer, took out the portrait she painted in her first dream, and handed it to Yan Mingshun, looking at him eagerly.

Yan Mingshun's spread out portrait, looking at the woman above in surprise, is seven or eight similar to Wu Mei, and the drawing is very realistic, not like the person in a dream at all.

"She really appeared in your dream? Or did you meet her before?" Yan Mingshun asked suspiciously.

Most of the people who appear in the dream have blurred faces, how could it be so clear, he thought that maybe Wu Mei had seen this woman's photo or a real person somewhere.

"It just appeared in my dream, but Xiong Mumu said something to me, which may also have an impact."

Wu Mei pointed to the cinnabar mole on the woman's left eyebrow in the portrait and said, "Xiong Mumu said that I look very similar to his little aunt, and he told me about this cinnabar mole."