The president bets on chasing me, what should I do? Wait online.

Ruan Meizhi bent down to pick up the yellowed letter, and couldn't help but wonder, when did he stuff this letter in?How come he has no impression at all?

He stared at the letter for a long time, but he still couldn't remember who wrote it to him, let alone what was written in that letter. It's been a few years, and it's not surprising that he doesn't remember it.

Confused, Ruan Meizhi turned the letter to the back and saw that the glue on the letter had already peeled off, and it was hard to tell whether it had been torn apart, but he seemed to have never seen this letter before.

Because the letter was old and seemed to fall apart at any moment, he carefully took out the letter and spread it out.

The letter was indeed very old, and many of the handwriting on it had been blurred due to fading, but after Ruan Meizhi read the letter carefully, he was sure that it was a love letter.

Although the tone of the letter was very reserved, Ruan Meizhi, who often dealt with words, still keenly sensed the pink breath from the oblique words.

Is this a love letter from a girl to him?

Ruan Meizhi smiled, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. It turned out that he had also received a love letter from a girl.

Of course, this was not the only love letter Ruan Meizhi had received. In fact, he was still very popular with girls when he was in junior high school.

Not only his looks, but he was precocious since he was a child. Among a group of little kids, Ruan Meizhi, who was more mature both in appearance and behavior, was of course very popular with girls.

He had received many love letters from girls before, but he would usually refuse them politely. After entering high school, the number of love letters he received gradually decreased. After entering university, he never received love letters again. He even felt a little nostalgic when he saw the love letter written to him by someone else in the past.

Although Ruan Meizhi had received many love letters before, he had never formally accepted a love letter from others, and he was sure that he had never seen this love letter, so this letter must have been secretly stuffed into his book Unfortunately, he never opened that book again, so he never found this letter.

However, the letter was finally opened by him after it had been dusty for many years.

After many years, Ruan Meizhi could not know the mood of the writer at that time, but he still couldn't help but sighed for the person who was destined not to get a reply.

After sighing, he continued to read, and finally finished reading the letter. At the end of the letter, the person left a time and address.

He subconsciously counted the time, and found that it was already 11 years ago, when he was still in high school.

The name at the end of the letter was already blurred, Ruan Meizhi barely recognized it for a while, but finally gave up.

He put the letter back in the envelope, and put the letter back in the book.

Before going to bed, Ruan Meizhi read the latest chapter of "The Domineering President Loves Me Madly", and then fell asleep contentedly.

When Ruan Meizhi opened his eyes again, he found that he had actually returned to the dining hall.

It was still a familiar scene, a familiar atmosphere, even the familiar braised pork in front of him.

It's all so familiar...

Wait, isn't this the scene at noon?

Ruan Mei subconsciously raised her head and looked outside the dining hall.

Sure enough, the next moment, a figure appeared outside the canteen door.

It seemed that Ying Hanzhi was just passing by the entrance of the dining hall at first, but when his gaze scanned the inside of the dining hall, he suddenly paused.

Ruan Meizhi watched Ying Hanzhi pause, then turned and walked into the dining hall door.

Exactly the same as at noon.

Seeing that Ying Hanzhi was getting closer and closer, Ruan Meizhi paused, but she didn't drop her chopsticks like she was in noon.

But when passing Ruan Meizhi's table, Ying Hanzhi suddenly turned his head.

Between the lightning and the flint, the two looked at each other, and Ruan Meizhi suddenly found a completely different emotion from Ying Hanzhi's dark eyes from that at noon.

That complicated and deep emotion...

Just like the previous dream.

Before Ruan Meizhi could react, Ying Hanzhi suddenly spoke.

"Braised pork...is it delicious?"

His voice was slightly low, magnetic, and the ending was a bit seductive.

At this moment, Ruan Meizhi suddenly understood why there is voice control in this world.

Ruan Mei subconsciously nodded.

Ying Hanzhi looked down at the braised pork on Ruan Meizhi's dinner plate, then looked up at Ruan Meizhi, and after a moment of silence, he said softly, "Can I have a taste?"

Ruan Meizhi was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then pushed the dinner plate in front of Ying Hanzhi's direction.

But Ying Hanzhi didn't take the chopsticks, instead he pushed the plate away.

Ruan Mei was stunned for a moment, but the next moment, Ying Hanzhi pulled him up.

Then, he was pushed down on the dining table by Ying Hanzhi.

Before Ruan Meizhi complained that the table was oily, Ying Hanzhi lowered his head and covered his lips.

Ying Hanzhi clasped Ruan Meizhi's chin, then pried open his teeth, and pushed the tip of his tongue straight in.

When Ruan Meizhi came to his senses, Ying Hanzhi's tongue had been plundering wantonly in his mouth, he couldn't help feeling a little at a loss, but he had no way to escape.

After an unknown amount of time, Ying Hanzhi finally raised his head, and whispered in Ruan Meizhi's ear in a low and hoarse voice: "...It really is delicious."

Ruan Meizhi froze for a moment, this dream was so clear...so clear that he could even feel the temperature of Ying Hanzhi's breathing, and the burning heat somewhere under his lower abdomen.

This dream was so real that it made his hair stand on end.

A hand reached into Ruan Meizhi's clothes and moved around his body.

Ying Hanzhi's hot fingertips seemed to be carrying a tiny electric current, which made his scalp tingle slightly.

Ruan Meizhi wanted to push it away, but she didn't have enough strength.

Ying Hanzhi's hands gradually moved down, and penetrated into his pants.

"Wait a minute..."

Ruan Meizhi's mind went blank, and she couldn't help blurting out.

"I've been waiting for a long, long time, and I can't wait any longer..."

Ying Hanzhi said softly.

When Ruan Meizhi woke up, she felt even worse.

He lay on the bed, staring at the snow-white ceiling, and couldn't help thinking deeply about life.

Over and over again, having this kind of erotic dream...

The object of the spring dream is still the same person.

Could it be that he really has some ulterior motives for Mr. President?