For several nights in a row, she kept dreaming of Xiao Lun's lonely figure. She had promised to meet him, but she was delayed. There was no trace of him at the agreed place. Zhao Pei pushed aside layer after layer of gauze curtains to chase him, but she could only see that lonely, helpless but determined figure.
"Sixth brother! Sixth brother! Wait for me!" I haven't said take care of yourself yet, I still have a lot to tell you! But he didn't stop, but walked faster and faster, leaving only one sentence: "Be happy."
"Sixth brother!" Zhao Pei watched him disappear in confusion, and she no longer had the energy to chase him. Her chest felt empty, and she suddenly felt that she had lost her best friend and the most solid support. She had to admit that she was selfish. She could not give him anything, but she always relied on his protection. But now he left... .
She opened her wet eyes and found herself lying on a soft couch. It was another dream. Zhao Pei exhaled, and felt dry in her mouth, so she got up to get some water. Just as she touched the edge of the couch, she suddenly heard a faint voice from above her head: "Do you want some water?"
Zhao Pei was so frightened that she stood there in a daze. What was that sound? What was it
With a scream of "Ah", he looked up and grabbed the porcelain pillow and threw it at the thing, but was caught firmly by "it". "Who, who... Don't come over here! I have a spirit protecting me!"
"It" chuckled and fell silent for a long time. Zhao Pei breathed a sigh of relief, but her back still felt cold as she thought about telling Xiao Yi that his house was not clean. The candlelight suddenly lit up, and she saw the man in black at the table. Although she saw clearly that this person was Xiao Yi, she was still frightened. She said straight away: "You scared me to death!"
Xiao Yi looked at her without saying a word, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her. Zhao Pei took it blankly, said thank you and drank it.
At this moment, Xiao Yi said, "I have been talking in my sleep all the time. It would be strange if my mouth wasn't dry."
“Ahem…” Zhao Pei was startled again after hearing this. She was choked by the water and looked up at him guiltily: “I, I was talking in my sleep? What did I say?” As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she wanted to slap herself in the face. What kind of question was this? If she said something she shouldn’t have said, wouldn’t she be courting death
Xiao Yi glanced at her and took the empty cup from her hand. He said, "I didn't hear it clearly."
Zhao Pei felt relieved. She lowered her brows for a while and suddenly thought of a serious problem. She raised her head and shouted at him, "You, what are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of going to bed?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yi chuckled, took off his coat and sat down beside the couch: "Of course I'm here to sleep."
Zhao Pei was embarrassed. Although it was not the first time that Xiao Yi had come to her halfway, she still could not accept it calmly. Xiao Yi ignored her and just lay down.
"But, this is my bed..." Zhao Pei said weakly again.
Xiao Yi put his hands behind his head, squinted at her and replied coldly: "Xu Zhaopei, don't steal the show." His voice was cold, as if carrying some hidden annoyance. Zhaopei didn't dare to struggle anymore, and hesitantly said: "Oh, then, then I'll go sleep somewhere else." Then he moved to the edge of the couch, and suddenly dragged the brocade quilt and ran away: "But the quilt belongs to me." (To be continued)