Time rewound to twenty minutes earlier.
"Wu wu... don't... don't hit... I know I was wrong..."
"Ah... Xu Qingfan, no!"
Xia Xiaoxiao woke up from her dream with misty almond-shaped eyes, flushed cheeks, and a few crystal droplets of sweat on her forehead, like a beauty who had just bathed in a hot spring.
"Huff..."
Upon opening her eyes, the girl looked at the snow-white ceiling and let out a long breath.
But she only got halfway through her exhale when she seemed to think of something horrifying and held the rest back.
Feeling a tremendous sense of relief after confirming that her bedding wasn't wet, Xia Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand.
"Huff~"
She completed her breath, laying her hand on her forehead and staring blankly at the ceiling.
Although it wasn't the first time she had had such a dream, the content of her recent dream had somewhat shattered Xia Xiaoxiao's worldviews.
[Why would I have that kind of dream... and with a belt... what the hell!]