Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Caring Yu pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"Miss Guan, eat while it's hot. Call us if you need anything." The servant left after putting down the things.

Caring Yu looked at the things on the table, in a daze.

The maid was right.

She should have something to eat.

Shangguan Rui hasn't woken up yet, she can't collapse first.

After entering the bathroom to freshen up, Guan Yu ate half a bowl of porridge before lying down to rest.

After staying awake for more than ten consecutive hours, Caring Yu's physical strength has already been almost exhausted.

He didn't fall down, it was all supported by the idea in his heart.

Until now, after confirming that Shangguan Rui was fine, her tense nerves were relaxed.

I was very sleepy, my eyelids were pressed by a thousand catties, and I couldn't open them.

As soon as he touched the pillow, he couldn't resist the deep tiredness and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, Guan Yu had a dream.

A very strange dream.

She dreamed that she was in a quiet cemetery, surrounded by a very thick fog.

There was silence all around, a deep loneliness.

Eerie feeling.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a person sitting on the tombstone.

After seeing clearly, Guan Yu found out that it was Feng Liye.

He sat there leisurely, handsome and noble, as white as an angel who might leave at any time.

Caring Yu frowned, wondering why she had such a weird dream.

How could Feng Liye die in less than 24 hours since he left Sikong's house?

He must have been too worried about Shangguan Rui's situation to have such a strange dream.

Caring Yu comforted herself.

Wanting to find out what happened, he stepped forward, but Feng Li Yeying disappeared, leaving behind a large pool of bright red blood.

The blood seemed to be alive, and suddenly turned into a whirlpool.

Then bit by bit, it slowly spread around, towards Guan Guanyu, wrapped around her legs, and slowly, slowly, dragged her into...

Caring Yu was startled, woke up suddenly, and sat up.

It was quiet all around.

Outside the window, the cold moonlight hangs high.

Caring Yu was drenched in cold sweat, her clothes and sheets were all wet.

……

It was a dream.

Caring Yu gasped for breath, calming down her beating heart.

"What's wrong? Sweating profusely, having a nightmare?" Song Haiyue's voice rang in his ears.

Caring Yu nodded, her face pale.

"Don't worry, Shangguan Rui is fine." Song Haiyue took a cloth and wiped the cold sweat off her forehead.

"What time is it?" Caring Yu swallowed, her voice dry.

"Ten o'clock in the evening." Song Haiyue poured her a glass of water.

Guan Yu took it over, took a few sips, and her voice was no longer hoarse, "Ten o'clock? I slept for more than ten hours?"

"It's nearly thirty hours."

"..." She just had a strange dream, and it has been so long...