As Zhao Dewhua's hand touched Wang Qingfen's, she felt goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't even make a struggling motion. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her heartbeat quickened as well.
Suddenly, terrified to the utmost, Wang Qingfen opened her eyes and saw the antique decoration of Dengfeng Pavilion, while she still lay on the large bed prepared for her by the human-snake Bai Lian.
Wang Qingfen sat up, wiping the sweat off her forehead with her right hand. At this moment, her forehead was already covered in sweat.
"It was just a nightmare," Wang Qingfen sighed in relief, but the scenes from her dream kept emerging in her mind.
Wang Qingfen stood up from the bed and stretched her arms a few times to divert her attention.
"Wang Qingfen..."
A voice called out, and Wang Qingfen paused, thinking she had misheard.
"Wang Qingfen..."
The call came again.