When I woke up last night, I was a little confused and suddenly dreamed of the story of the past. When I first met Adonis, the facts were not surprising. Sometimes I dream about this story. Every time with resentment, but this time the dream is different.
I dreamed that Adonis used. . .
I dare not be too partial to myself about that, because when I think about what happened afterwards, I can't think of it anyway because of Adonis Ndusoka.
If I love you, why bully you, embarrass you, and even have no face to see others!
But my past life is a past life of a past life. I looked at those who were still sleeping, wearing a ring on my left ring finger, and then smiled.
Adonis, this is true love. . .
I lay down again, put my arm around him, and let him look up at me.
"Yes... are you awake?
