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The woman on the couch, sleeping uneasily, not long after, a fine line of sweat beads on her forehead. Dreams One moment was the scene of her life in the old Jian family mansion when she was a child, and her grandfather was still alive, one moment was the scene of her sensational pursuit of Shen Xiu Jin, and the other moment was the scene of the moment when she was eighteen years old, when she was at her peak, and she was in a moment of great splendor.

This was because Celeste didn't like The Dream of the Red Chamber either. Shortly after they moved into the villa, she had pointed to the deluxe edition of The Dream of the Red Chamber on Damon's bookshelf and said, "I've tried several times to read The Dream of the Red Chamber, but I never got past the twentieth chapter. I just couldn't keep going." "Even you found it tedious?" Damon was puzzled. "It's not that. I just find Lord Cedric's writing too meticulous. It's like making a grand show out of trivial matters. The smallest things are made to seem monumental, which I find a bit pretentious."

I don't care who my mate will be; I will always choose you. Alenna Delevigne "No!" I woke up from a horrifying dream with my eyes wide open and already sitting on the bed. Damn! What kind of nightmare was that? I asked myself, thinking about the blurry image of a woman that I felt was me fighting against a strong monster that I had never heard of. I wipe the sweat flowing on my face using the sleeves of my dress, only to realize that I'm wearing an elegant white hanfu dress blotted with a little mauve already.

Ruby I have some trouble falling asleep due to the anxiety from everything, but when I finally do eventually drift off, I find myself in a peaceful dream. In my dream, the castle is quiet and bright. I’m walking through the corridors wearing a white dress that flows behind me; is this my wedding dress? Ahead of me, there is a familiar figure. It’s Atwood, dressed in a tuxedo with his hair down, turned away from me. As I approach, he turns around.

An overwhelming exhaustion causes me to lose my balance and I rest myself on the bed again. A beautiful lady, about sixteen years of age, enters the room. With porcelain white skin, silky black hair, blended with a floral aura, she shockingly glances at me. She is dressed in traditional Chinese garments, clothings that appear to reflect those worn in the ancient Chinese dynasties. Upon seeing me tilt my brows in confusion, she gasps and calls out, "Xiu Ying, come! Sister is awake!" Xiu Ying? How coincidental. I have used that name in my novel.

Raj slept in the spare sleeping bag and Jenny had crashed in her room. Andy was in his own room lying naked on the bed while Anya was on top of him. Her straight black hair fell like a curtain, brushing against her cheeks. Her grey eyes were glazed with desire as her thin frame moved up and down on him. Her fuller bust looked like juicy melons. Her sweet wetness enveloping his shaft drove him crazy with desire. Her fingers teased his nipples. He wanted to empty himself into her. He wanted to feel her spasms on his shaft. Her soft sensuous moans filled up the room. Andy knew he was dreaming. This was the best dream ever. Anya’s soft moans aroused him but soon the moans got converted into terr

' - - - - - - - - Meanwhile in another place in D city. Long Zhi Qiang woke up with sweats covered his body. He stared at the ceiling of the hotel room he was in, recalling the dream he had. Zhong Kui and Chang'e.. Zhi Qiang wondered why he had such dream and why the dream felt so nostalgic. Could it be.. his past life..?

I don't know. In the haze of sleep, my mind drifted, pulling me into a dream.It was faint at first, like trying to grasp smoke. Images swirled and flickered, just out of reach. But then, a figure came into view. A woman. I could not see her face clearly, but her silhouette was sharp. She was wearing a red ball gown, her hair cascading down in loose waves.

I shake my head and find my way to the theater room. It's massive, almost like a real cinema, except quieter, emptier. The air smells faintly of velvet and electronics. I manage to switch on the smart screen, and N*****x pops up automatically. I scroll through the options, smiling when I see a few movies already watched halfway. Maybe César uses this room too, though I highly doubted that. I settled on an old Chinese fantasy called A dream Within a Dream. The costumes are beautiful, the music soft. I laugh quietly at a dramatic line. Halfway through the first episode, I remember Monica hasn't brought the cake yet.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.