Fu Xiaoyao suddenly woke up with a jolt, her eyes snapping open to the sight of the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everything around her was elegantly furnished.,"Did you come back last night" Fu Xiaoyao was startled and suddenly realized something, "You came back last night! Then...then the person I dreamed about last night—",A man's low voice rose, tinged with the raspiness of just waking up. "Aunt Song, go out and buy some lip balm first."。