Becoming the Richest by Farming
Chapter 364 - 0364 She actually had a dream about him_1

Chapter 364: 0364 She actually had a dream about him_1

Ellen Young: [It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep, you didn’t disturb me.]

And she silences her phone when she sleeps.

The professor has a temper, too; he needs rest while sleeping, especially now that he’s in the countryside and without any emergencies, of course, he wouldn’t let anyone disturb him.

Ruffy Smith: [It’s still too late, you should rest now.]

Ellen Young: [Okay, I’m getting ready to sleep, goodnight]

Seeing that the other party had bid goodnight, Ruffy Smith’s lips curled up slightly. This time he was particularly sneaky and didn’t type, but sent a voice message instead.

"Goodnight."

Those simple two words, deep and magnetic, sounded sexy and husky when they came out of the cellphone.

Upon hearing it, Ellen Young’s heart tingled uncontrollably.

It wasn’t that she had any special feelings, but that voice seemed to send a shiver down her spine, completely beyond her control.

Ellen Young didn’t have any concept of voices being attractive or not, but she thought

the voice was too pleasant to the ear.

In fact, she didn’t have much opinion on people’s looks, but whether someone was good-looking or their voice was nice, she could still tell the difference.

The popularity Ruffy Smith enjoyed in the past wasn’t without reason. On reflection, aside from the impulsive things he’d done in the past, he was actually a man without any visible flaws from the outside.

Quite frightening.

According to what other professors commonly say, he was a natural enemy amongst his own gender.

Wherever he was, he would often attract everyone’s attention away.

Another form of ultimate perfection.

Aside from realizing that day that Ruffy Smith was good-looking, that night Ellen Young noted another point.

Ruffy Smith’s voice was attractive.

She raised an eyebrow, ignoring the slight strange feeling in her heart, and after taking a bath, presumably because it was past her usual rest time, she fell asleep the moment she lay down on the bed.

Falling asleep quickly didn’t mean she had a particularly good sleep.

She had a dream.

This dream carried some romantic hues, yet it wasn’t completely so.

It just featured a man whose face she couldn’t see clearly; she could only faintly sense his porcelain-white chin and handsome demeanor, but she could never make out his specific features.

He reached out and lifted her chin, and Ellen Young was probably lying on the bed reading a book. The man teased her chin and then leaned down to kiss her.

The things in the dream were false, and before the dream could progress to the contact, Ellen Young opened her eyes.

It was bright outside, and upon a closer look at the time, it was already 8:30 in the morning.

She had completely missed her breakfast time, and even the live broadcast had started.

There was a faint sound of talking outside.

"Sister must be tired, I heard her taking a bath late last night."

"Yes." Melissa Chan’s voice followed, "Breakfast is almost ready, should we call her?"

Lucy Wood: "Let’s let her sleep until she wakes up naturally. I’ll keep her breakfast warm for her, so she can eat when she wakes up."

Ellen Young got up from the bed and rubbed her temples.

The likely reason she overslept was that she had indeed slept too late the previous night, missing her biological clock’s sync, leading to waking up late.

Normally, she’d be asleep by 11 p.m. or 10 p.m.

Only when she was busy with her own things would her biological clock’s schedule get messed up.

Being messed up is one thing, but Ellen Young hadn’t expected that she would dream.

Now awake and thinking about it, she couldn’t ignore the feeling that

the man in the dream was too much like Ruffy Smith.

Although it was just a dream, thinking about what he did in the dream, Ellen Young didn’t know why, but she felt a headache coming on.

Why would she have such a dream? It was somewhat—unbelievable.