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Chapter 4: How could she have such a shameful dream?

　　After this day, Qiao Si Yue dreamed of him every night.

　　The most ridiculous time was when they were sitting on the same bed.

　　As if on purpose, his eyes fell on her body for a moment, but his hands rested on the hem of his t-shirt, slowly rolling it upwards, revealing a well-defined spinal groove.

　　The muscles between her waist and abdomen were even tighter than expected.

　　Qiao Si Yue was unprepared for him to bring her forward, directly into his arms, letting his long thin fingers grab her hair and gently sweep it behind her ear.

　　The earlobes touched by him quickly burned up, and her heart beat a drum, but he still wasn't willing to let her go, leaning down, his crisp breath densely wrapped around her, his voice laced with hot lust, "Want to kiss?"

　　Time passed unusually slowly in the dream, each frame extraordinarily clear.

　　She nodded her head, her voice not as fine and soft as usual, muffled and astringent, "If it's you, I want to."

　　When she woke up the next morning, Qiao Si Yue was sweating profusely.

　　Until she washed up, her face in the vanity mirror was still terribly red.

　　Crazy, how could she have such a shameful dream?

　　The sweat on her body was sticky and unbearable, Qiao Si Yue picked up her pajamas and walked into the bathroom, which made her think that the water heater was completely out of commission, she took a full five minutes of cold shower, and her teeth were chattering when she ended it.

　　The first summer of the cold shower is, that night fever to thirty-nine degrees eight.

　　Sick as a mountain, Qiao Si Yue was taken by Su Rong to the nearest clinic in town and hung up three bottles of hanging water, and then went home to lie down for a few days before her complexion improved.

　　In the middle of the day, Fang Huizhen recited a number of times, to the effect that she did not have the life of a princess, but was raised with a princess disease, delicate to the point of no. When she said these words, Fang Huizhen said that she was not a princess, but a princess.

　　When saying these words, Fang Huizhen's volume did not close, Qiao Si Yue in a big distance away can be heard, the only good thing is that Fang Huizhen used the Nancheng dialect, the barrier between the language has become the last piece of cloth to cover up Qiao Si Yue, even if the person who should be ashamed of it is not her.

　　Su Rong didn't know much about household appliances and wanted to wait for Qiao Chongwen to come back from his business trip to go to the city together to buy new ones, so these days Qiao Si Yue could only use boiled hot water mixed with cold water to scribble and wipe her body once.

　　Su Rong also felt that this was troublesome, so she gave her some pocket money and told her to go to a nearby bathhouse.

　　In the evening, Qiao Siyue found the address Su Rong said, the store is not big, inside the TV is turned on very loud. The front desk is a short fat middle-aged woman, melon shells spread a table.

　　Qiao Si Yue went up and asked, "Hello, may I ask how is it charged here?"

　　"Five dollars for a bubble bath, the shower is charged and billed on time," the woman did not bother to lift her eyelids, and asked straight to the point, "bubble bath or shower?"

　　"Shower."