Seventeen bolted upright, a look of utter shock on her face. At the same time, Moyuan opened his eyes and looked back at her.
Looking equally baffled, Moyuan propped himself up beside Seventeen and asked, "What's wrong?"
Seventeen's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's backside. She was never, under any circumstances, going to admit that in her dream, she had been happily clutching a roast chicken and happily taking bites out of it, only to wonder why that crispy-skinned, tender-fleshed chicken suddenly wouldn't budge to her teeth, and why it tasted like nothing at all.
Chapter 201