He stared hard at the figure on the bed, his gaze cool.
Sherry fell asleep and was dazed when she saw a figure beside her bed. She slowly opened her eyes to get a closer look at his face.
But then she laughed softly, "I'm so dizzy, how I dream of you."
Aaron's eyes grew sunken, "That's quite an unfortunate coincidence, and I don't want to be in your dreams."
With these words, he got up and was about to leave.
Sherry just lay on the bed watching his back, perhaps the look was so hot that Aaron turned around after only a few steps.
His elongated figure stood there, blocking the moonlight behind him.
In that moment, Sherry not only looked a little confused.
She had dreamt of Aaron before, but each time it had been unhappy, only this time, he was actually looking at herself so intently
