Chapter 1291

Since it was just a dream, I reached out again and grabbed the glass of water. Then, I splashed the water at Bruce, gritting my teeth as I snapped. "Bruce, you're such a jerk! You've gone way too far with your bullying!" I had been dying to hit him for ages. Honestly, that slap earlier wasn't an accident. I was just too angry and fed up with him that I wanted to hit and scold him. But even with all that pent-up anger, all I could manage to shout was that one lame line. My hands felt weak, and I was half-lying down. Instead of hitting Bruce's face, the water landed squarely on his chest. It soaked his black shirt, and the thin fabric clung to his chest, showing off the firm lines of his body. I couldn't help but stare for a moment. I had to admit it—Bruce wasn't just good-looking; he had an incredible body. He preferred to relieve stress through exercise. So, he looked even more mature and magnetic than he had looked two years ago. If Bruce were a celebrity, his looks alone would