Duan Meng was dazed for quite a while before coming back to herself at Qin Qi's voice.
She replied a little groggily, "Ah…"
Qin Qi's lips curled up, planning to push her a bit further, "Miss Duan, if you really need something, you can always tell me, you know."
"After all, I'm your subordinate. As long as you ask, I'll naturally be happy to serve you!"
Hearing Qin Qi's words, Duan Meng's delicate body trembled.
The words—that she wanted to see Qin Qi and have him help her again—were right on the tip of her tongue.
But that stubborn pride still managed to reel her back in.
She let out a little snort. Even in a dream, with not a stitch on her, with traces of imagined filth still lingering on her skin—
She was still icy and haughty as she spoke, "What could I possibly need you for, hmm? Don't flatter yourself. Serving me, even in a dream, that's your privilege!"
"If I don't call for you, you don't have the right to butt in. Got it?"
Qin Qi's lips twitched at her words!
