Inspiration from a Dream

The slender hand's owner possessed a round face with a cherry-sized mouth. She was none other than Jiaojiao, and as of this moment, her face was filled with worry for Li Yi.

Li Yi wiped off his sweat and wrapped Jiaojiao in his embrace. "Nothing, I just had a bad dream."

"Was it about me?"

"Err, not…" Li Yi was halfway through his sentence when he spotted the look of anger plastered on Jiaojiao's face. He immediately followed it up with, "… completely."

"How was dream me like? Was I pretty? Was I gentle?" Jiaojiao stroked her slender fingers playfully on Li Yi's gut, in a manner similar a kitten's.

Li Yi sensed that something was amiss. "Am I still dreaming?"

Jiaojiao thrust out her hand and twisted it, making Li Yi cry in pain.

"Why do you think that this is a dream? Is the way I'm acting right now feel ingenuine?"

"A bit…"

While embracing Jiaojiao, Li Yi laid back down.