Hearing this, Shen Mosheng couldn't help but find it a little funny, "Yingying, I'm real, not a dream or an illusion. I cooked noodles; go eat, and I'll take your luggage up."
With that, he reached for the luggage in her hand.
"Shen Mosheng, you really are Shen Mosheng! You really came, it wasn't a dream!" Han Yingying suddenly jumped onto him, shouting excitedly, finally feeling a bit of reality.
Steadily holding her with one hand and picking up the suitcase with the other, Shen Mosheng placed it in the room, then carried her downstairs to the dining table before saying gently, "Yingying, eat first."
"No way, what if I find out it's a dream after eating?" Han Yingying insisted on not letting go, afraid it might turn out to be a disappointment.
She had just realized that Shen Mosheng liked her and wanted to see him, and then Shen Mosheng appeared. How could this be such a coincidence?
The likelihood of it being a dream was too high!
