Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 166 Like
"like."

Feng Twelve answered with almost no hesitation.

The carriage was speeding on the official road, the light outside the window flickered, and his inky black pupils were dark and bright, like obsidian washed clean by spring water.

Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Fang Tong felt a little embarrassed even though he didn't want to be shy.

"You're answering so quickly. Have you thought it through?" she confirmed again and again.

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes and held her hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, with soft, tender fingertips, which were the skin that had grown back after being applied with ointment.

She is a resolute and decisive girl who is ruthless when necessary. She has calluses on her hands from Bingqi's martial arts training. In order to erase this identity, she endures the pain and is determined to remove the original traces.

She can be so cruel to herself, so why would she hesitate if she didn't want him anymore one day?

"I had a dream." He suddenly said, "In the dream, there were tall buildings, wide streets, and strange things running on the streets, faster than carriages. The people in the dream were wearing strange clothes, different from Dazhao, and you -"

He paused and looked into her eyes: "And you, you are also different from you in Dazhao."

Fang Tong unconsciously slowed down his breathing.

Feng Twelve was talking about her original world? He could actually see it in his dream?
"What...did you dream about me?" she asked softly.

Feng Twelve clasped his hands together slightly, with his warm and dry fingertips touching the back of her hands.

He had seen her twice in his dream. Once she was lying on the ground, surrounded by people. He couldn't see her clearly, but he knew it must be her.

Thinking back on it countless times afterwards, he vaguely understood that something must have happened to her at that time. If everything in the dream was true, perhaps that was the reason why she came to this world.

He hesitated, not knowing whether he should mention this terrible dream.

Fang Tong tilted his head, and suddenly understood: "You dreamed that I died?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his palm was pinched hard.

"Children's words are without restraint," Feng Twelve's face darkened, "Don't talk nonsense."

Fang Tong looked at him. This was the first time he was so mean to her.

Her eyes flickered and she suddenly smiled: "What are you afraid of? I'm still alive now, isn't that enough?"

She hadn't thought about the moment of death for a long time. When she thought about it again, she found that the memory had faded.

"I'm lucky," she smiled. "Not everyone gets a second chance. You should be happy for me."

Feng Twelve moved the corners of his mouth but did not smile.

Seeing that he was even more reluctant to talk about that experience than himself, Fang Tong changed the subject: "Besides that, what else did you dream about?"

"I also dreamed of a cat, a calico cat." Feng Twelve said.

The cat appeared before him, and then he was in her room.

Fang Tong was surprised: "You actually dreamed about Fang Xiaohua?"

"Fang Xiaohua?"

"Well, this cat I've raised since it was a kid has my last name," Fang Tong was beaming with joy when he mentioned his cat, and the way he looked at Feng Twelve was as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land.

"Where was it in your dream? Is it okay?" she asked anxiously.

Feng Twelve paused for a moment, and her lonely figure sitting beside the bed appeared in front of him.

"Well," he responded, "it led me into your boudoir."

Fang Tong was silent.

"The boudoir?" she asked cautiously. "Am I there too?"

Looking at the prospective boyfriend in front of her, she unconsciously carries the image of an idol. But don't ever see her snoring in her sleep, eating in bed, or running around the house wrapped in a bath towel.

They haven't even started dating yet, so there's no need for their characters to collapse so quickly.

Feng Twelve noticed her nervousness, looked at her round eyes, and sympathetically lied: "I saw you sitting in the room, and then you woke up from the dream."

That day she was wearing plain clothes, holding a white porcelain jar, and the room was filled with a damp smell, as salty as the sea. He couldn't bear to mention that scene.

Fang Tong was a little disappointed that he didn't hear more information about Fang Xiaohua.

But she was only depressed for half a second before she smiled again: "So, we are really destined to be together."

She came to this time and space, thinking that no one understood her past, but Feng Twelve saw it with his own eyes. Somehow, his relationship with her became closer.

"When did you dream about it?" she asked.

"That time when you were injured," Feng Twelve said, "Xiao Nian brought you back from the veterinarian, and I dreamed of you that night."

These words were quite suggestive, but unfortunately, no one on the scene thought about it. Fang Tong recalled seriously, "I also dreamed of you that night, but you disappeared in the blink of an eye. I thought it was just a dream."

Now that she thought about it, maybe she and Feng Twelve were really meant to be together, otherwise how could they have developed to what they are today.

The man in front of her moved his eyelashes, gently inserted his fingers into hers, and slowly held her tight.

"I didn't want to tell you that I had this dream." Feng Twelve's voice was very soft.

"Why?" Fang Tong was puzzled.

“Just like what the myth says, the goddess who falls into the mortal world will one day return to heaven. But once these secrets are revealed, the miracles will disappear.” Feng Twelve did not believe in ghosts and gods, but for the first time he felt awe in this matter.

Only then did Fang Tong realize that he actually had such thoughts.

"Then why are you willing to talk about it now?" she asked.

Feng Twelve raised his eyes, his eyes were deep and serious: "Because I'm afraid you will misunderstand."

"Misunderstanding?" Fang Tong raised his eyebrows.

Feng Twelve nodded: "My liking for you is not a whim. I don't care about what you said. I think very clearly. I like you, only you."

The man who had not said any love words for thousands of years seemed to have suddenly come to his senses. Every word he said struck Fang Tong's heart, completely shocking the soul from another world.

Fang Tong didn't say anything for a long time.

She had received more passionate confessions in the past, but Feng Twelve was different.

She couldn't tell what was different. Maybe it was because he gave her peace of mind she had never had before, maybe it was because under his serious appearance he was actually afraid of gods and ghosts, maybe it was -

Maybe she really likes him.

Just like he liked her.

She bit her lower lip gently and felt that she had never been so innocent.

I'm in my twenties, but it's still like my first love as a middle school student.

Her earlobes were rosy red, like two ripe cherries. Looking at Feng Twelve again, his expression was still serious, much more solemn than hers.

Fang Tong felt a little itchy at the tip of his nose and wanted to reach out to touch his nose, but he found that his hands were still held by Feng Twelve, with their fingers intertwined and fitting tightly.

"...I understand." She cleared her throat and tried to pull her hand away to maintain a pure distance.

Feng Twelve did not let her get her wish.

He held her hand, not hard enough to hurt her, but not enough to let her break free.

"Then what?" he asked.

Fang Tong remained silent again and again.

This is a great question!

Unfortunately, she only had experience in rejecting people, and she believed that Feng Twelve definitely didn't want to hear it.

"Then, then," she looked around irresponsibly, "Let nature take its course, let the tide take its course, let—"

Before he could finish, Feng Twelve kissed him.

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