He'd fallen in love with Qin Yun.
So he had his own bone carved into a Pixiu and gave it straight to Qin Yun.
"Pei Yan, Pei Yan?"
Pei Yan was shaken awake by a strong force. When he opened his eyes, Zheng Qian's enlarged, anxious face filled his entire field of vision.
He paused for a moment before coming fully to, then abruptly pushed Zheng Qian's face away.
His tone carried a hint of distaste. "Stay away."
Zheng Qian spoke in wounded tones, "Bro, I was so anxious I almost took you to the hospital, and you still have the mood to joke?"
Pei Yan glanced around. The car was already parked in the villa's garage—they were back.
Over an hour's drive, and he'd done nothing but dream.
No, it couldn't really be called a dream.
Pei Yan lowered his gaze, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
