The blood-red color in front of me is also dissipating little by little.

In the darkness, a light slowly lit up.

*

When Mo Yesi opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Mianmian looking at him anxiously.

"You're awake." Qiao Mianmian reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, frowned, his eyes full of worry, "What have you dreamed of? I called you several times, but you didn't wake up."

She pressed her chest with one hand: "I'm scared."

She was really scared just now.

Because of thirst, she woke up and turned on the desk lamp and was about to get some water. But she saw Mo Yesi sweating heavily and looked painful.

She guessed that he must have a nightmare, so she wanted to wake him up.

But after shouting several times, he didn't respond at all.

Fortunately, he finally woke up.

Otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do.

Mo Yesi seemed to have not yet woken up completely, and his eyes were a little confused. He stared at her intently for a while, and suddenly reached out to hug her.

Qiao Mianmian was hooked to his neck, and fell on him, and his whole body was pressed on him.

Her head hit her firm chest.

She heard Mo Yesi's heartbeat very quickly and was very rapid. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and hugged her tightly without saying a word.

Qiao Mianmian could feel that he was in a bad mood.

She guessed that his current abnormality might be related to the dream he had.

Although she didn't know what he dreamed of, at this moment, she did not move around, and lay obediently on him, allowing him to hold her.

Until Mo Yesi's heartbeat gradually calmed down.

The arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist were loosened a little bit.

Qiao Mianmian felt that his mood was much better. She supported one hand on his chest and slowly straightened her body.

Then he sat beside him.

"Are you having a nightmare?" she asked softly.

He still had sweat on his face.

Qiao Mianmian pulled a tissue, reached out and gently wiped it on his face.

When he rubbed his lips, Mo Yesi reached out and pressed her soft little hand, and his warm and moist lips touched her palm and kissed her. He spoke in a hoarse voice: "Why are you awake? Did I disturb you when I talk to you in my sleep?"

Qiao Mianmian shook her head: "No, I was awake. You didn't talk to me in my sleep."

"What did you... dream about?" she hesitated and said curiously.

Mo Yesi's eyes were covered with red bloodshots, and he seemed to have not had a good sleep. He was silent for a moment and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary nightmare. Don't worry about me, keep sleeping."

Qiao Mianmian looked at him suspiciously.

She didn't believe his words.

Really...is it just an ordinary nightmare?

But his performance did not seem to be a reaction after a nightmare.

But since he didn't want to say it, she wouldn't continue to ask.

"I'm thirsty, I'll get some water and drink before going to bed. Do you want some water?"

After Qiao Mianmian finished speaking, she was about to get up to pick up the water.

Mo Yesi pressed her shoulder: "Do you want to drink water? Lying down, I'll pick it up."

He lifted the thin blanket and got out of bed, and went to receive half a cup of warm water.

Qiao Mianmian took the cup and drank half a glass of water in one breath.

Every time she ate something that tasted too much at night, she would wake up from thirst in the middle of the night.

She added the seasonings several times in the hot pot last night, and it can be said that the taste is very heavy.
Chapter completed!