A sudden weight on his butt, accompanied by a stern voice, "Dreaming of spring, are you? Hurry up and get up!"
It was Nathan Moore, sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at Felix Shaw, who was lying on the bed, hugging and gnawing at the quilt, writhing his body, and giggling foolishly. Nathan knew for sure he was dreaming about a woman.
So with a slap, he woke him up, to save him from further embarrassment.
With his lovely dream interrupted, Felix was in a foul mood. His peach-blossom eyes, upon opening, flashed with displeasure. But when he met those domineering eyes, his spirit immediately deflated.
"Big bro, I was handling Tingting in the dream!" Felix spoke with grievance.
The possibility in reality was long gone, and just when he had finally had his way with her in the dream, it had been disrupted by his brother, what a pity.
"Alright, wait until the cooperation is confirmed then go home and handle it!"
