92. Meet to debate.

Amanda moved restlessly even though her eyelids were tightly closed, and it was already one o'clock in the morning, but whatever it was continued to make her feel uncomfortable. She occasionally rubbed her ears and the nape of her neck as she felt different air touching her there.

The air conditioner was always on except when Amanda needed some natural air through the large window in her room, she couldn't bear the restlessness, so she opened her eyes slowly, making the woman freeze when she found someone had flanked Amanda's legs while removing the t-shirt from his body, then throwing it on the floor.

The man bent his knees and leaned back to touch Amanda's face with a warm smile.

She closed her eyes again and swallowed, knowing she was imagining, or perhaps dreaming, a moment too crazy to face in reality.

However, Amanda was wrong, the disturbance was even more uncontrollable because it touched the face, making the woman speak. "This dream is too real, why would a dream like this co