In My Dream ,He Ran Towards Me With Roses

How should I describe my current feelings?

Everything went black for me and my heart skipped a beat. I was in urgent need of the Quick Acting Heart Reliever Pill.

The second before he walked out of the backstage, I lowered my head and hurried into the crowd.

"Nicole, he is so handsome!"

As soon as I sat down, Grace, my roommate next to me, grabbed my sleeve and screamed with obsession.

I nodded perfunctorily, stuck my head out, and stole a few glances.

Huh?

Why was he different from what I dreamed of?

In my dream, the young man was passionate and clingy. His amorous eyes were intoxicating and attractive, and he looked like a vixen.

In reality...

The young man on the podium looked like a noble gentleman. His beautiful peach-blossom-like eyes were cold, and with gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a Prince Charming.

It had to be said that Lucas Brown did stand out.

He spoke with a standard London accent. He didn't even have a draft and was doing it on a whim.

When I secretly observed him, he glanced at me expressionlessly and then looked away.

From then on, their cold eyes never met again.

It was like treating a stranger.

Seeing that, I couldn't tell if I was disappointed or relieved, but I felt a little depressed.

Since he didn't know me, I would pretend that nothing had happened.

But why was I a little restless?

Until the end of the Start-of-Term Ceremony, I was absent-minded.

The crowd surged, and I accidentally bumped into someone and almost fell.

When I was lifted up by a slender hand, I didn't even raise my head and said, "Thank you."

Perhaps my perfunctory tone enraged him, he tightened his grip.

The slight pain brought me back to reality.

Oh, my fault, my fault.

How could he be so inattentive?

I raised my head and expressed my sincere gratitude.

"Thank... What?"

Could anyone tell me how he managed to squeeze his way through the vast crowd to me?

I had a problem.

I burped when I was nervous.

When I first saw him in my dream, I was also very nervous. Every time it came to a critical moment, I would burp and burp to make trouble to keep my innocence.

So, if he remembered what happened in his dream like me, I would definitely be exposed.

Fortunately, I managed my emotions well. I was only stunned for a moment before I quickly adjusted my expression. Pretending to be embarrassed, I moved away from him and lowered my head shyly.

"I'm sorry, Lucas. I ate too much for breakfast. I've made a fool of myself."

I thought that he would tease me, but I didn't expect that his expression didn't change, and his tone would be extremely distant.

"It doesn't matter. I understand. Since you're fine, I'll go first."

He left.

By the time I plucked up the courage to look up, he was nowhere to be seen.

Why did he pass through the crowd and come to my side?

Did he really not have any memories from his dream?

There were quite a lot of classes at the beginning of the school year. I was busy all day. At night, I lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Knowing Lucas was not a ghost, I hadn't brought the amulets with me recently.

I wanted him to enter a dream and to ask him about his identity.

But these two days, I hadn't seen him in a dream, so I gave up.

I didn't expect to dream of him again after falling asleep tonight.

"You are so amazing that you managed to shield me for so long."

He glared at me angrily. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were red, and he looked like an abandoned husband.

I quickly lowered my head and kept apologizing to him.

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you were..."

"Do you think I'm a monster that absorbs your energy?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly showed his sharp canine teeth. His tone was cold.

"In that case, I have to live up to your imagination."

"Oh, no..."

The rest of my words were blocked by his kiss.

When I woke up the next day, the dark shadows under my eyes and the exhaustion all over my body reminded me how much that bastard had done to me last night.

But...

"Uh, I forgot to get down to business after being interrupted by him."

So, was he really the same person who looked cold and indifferent in reality?