Chapter 932: More than a dream

In his dream, he returned to the tenth day of March when he was sixteen years old. He was dressed in a fiery red groom, and in the sound of festive bamboo in the "Hundred Birds and Phoenix", he walked into the mansion that most fascinated him.
He flew all the way into the backyard dormitory, under the fiery red bed, and sat with his newly-wed bride.
"Good sister ..." He was so excited that he obviously walked up to the bride and obviously stretched out his hands, but he just didn't dare to lift his hijab. He was too excited and his voice was trembling, "Good sister, I Finally married you. "
The newly-married woman under the hijab had nothing to say, but just smiled lowly. Her laughter was very light, so light that the city of Luzhi was a little stunned, was this person laughing?
He was a little irritable. After all, he opened the fiery hijab and drank too much. He couldn't see the bride's appearance, but it didn't affect his excitement at all.
He shoved the bride on the bed, and then swallowed, and climbed onto the bed. He lay side by side with the bride under the red curtain, and he gently held the bride's hand, the bride's hand It ’s not as big as he imagined, it ’s a little big, and the joints are a little thick. It seems like a man ’s hand. Although he was surprised, he was more happy that the bride did n’t push him away. He smelled the faint herbal fragrance on the bride He swallowed a few mouthfuls of drool, then turned and pressed on the bride.
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It was already the next morning when Lu Zhicheng woke up, and his head was a little dizzy, he frowned and sat up, rubbing his temples with his hands, just rubbing his hands, his hands did not move, not only his hands He didn't move, and he was stiff.
He remembered the dream last night. The beauty and absurdity in the dream were clearly reflected in his mind at this time. The dream was so real that he even remembered the details.
He was a little flustered and a little shy. He was twenty-two years old. Such a beautiful dream was not the first time he had done it, but it had never been so real. He even remembers his eagerness in the dream even now. And contentment, the submissive acceptance of the bride underneath, and the low sobbing weeping.
Lu Zhicheng's cheeks were red, and he buried his head in the quilt, taking a deep breath, and then the whole person became stiffer.
The taste in the quilt, familiar and unfamiliar, and and bloody, he lifted the quilt openly, and his eyes widened at once.
The sheets and bedding were dazzling with blood.
He was frightened, and almost fell off the bed. He was so busy jumping off the bed that he found himself naked. He fell like an ice cave, held it for a while, and then busted himself around him. An outer shirt dangled against the blood red on the bed.
In the end what happened?
What exactly happened last night?
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Even if Lu Zhicheng was stupid, he knew that last night was more than a dream.
In front of the dazzling blood red, I thought of the unusually real dream, and the bride with an unclear look in the dream, the bride with a bit thick bones and a man's hand.
He turned stiffly, looking at the messy soft couch, the long-chilled pot, and the remaining vegetables and mushrooms, and his lips were choked fiercely.
Where is Zhou Chi?
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Lu Zhicheng took a cool breath. He silently ripped off the sheets and quilt, shoved it into the cupboard, put on his clothes, and picked out the curtain.
Three shots in the sun, he was so dazzled by the dazzling sunlight outside that he couldn't open his eyes. He was too busy with his hands to block the light, and called the guards: "Where is Master Zhou?"
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