Over the years, he didn't know how many times this scene had appeared in his dreams. In other words, it was only in his dreams that he dared to imagine that she had come to him.
He didn't dare to move, for fear that if he did, the soft body and familiar body fragrance that came out of his dream would turn into clouds and disappear without a trace, just like countless times before.
He remained in the same position and slept for who knows how long. The scene in his dream suddenly became more realistic because the girl in his arms moved.
I don't know whether it was because she was cold and seeking warmth, or because the position she was lying in was uncomfortable, so she turned over from time to time.
Her tossing and turning brought her closer and closer to him. In the end, her body was pressed tightly against his, and even her hands were wrapped around his waist.
Her body fragrance became even richer in the air. Her face happened to be facing his neck, and her shallow breaths constantly sprayed on his skin, giving him waves of tingling stimulation that made him feel uncomfortable. In the dream, the body reacts uncontrollably.
She was still turning over from time to time, and her body kept rubbing against his, causing the fire that had been burning in his body to grow stronger and stronger. He was drowsily asleep, and he could clearly feel it. My body temperature, which had finally gone away, was rising again bit by bit.
His breathing became a little rapid, and even his heartbeat was a little out of control, but she was still moving endlessly. He instinctively turned over, hugged her, and trapped her firmly in his arms.
This sleeping position was too ambiguous, with her back pressed closely against his chest and her buttocks just touching his abdomen. Such close contact made his body's reaction become more and more intense.
During these long years of being separated from her, in the dead of night, he had never had similar dreams, but every time when he felt the most extreme, when he leaned forward to kiss her, what he kissed was a ball of nothingness. .
Although it was very uncomfortable for him to bear it at the moment, he wanted her to stay longer in the dream and stay with him for a while longer, so he tensed his body and forced himself not to move.
Even in the dream, he could still clearly feel a strong sadness sweeping over him. He could only get close to him by dreaming like this, knowing that he would eventually wake up from the dream. The moment he woke up from the dream was extremely cruel, and how painful the dream was. Mei, when he woke up, he felt so lost and painful, but he couldn't bear to have such a dream. He was so pathetic.
I don't know if the way he held her was wrong, but she felt uncomfortable in the dream and struggled slightly. Her movement almost caused him to turn over and press her under him. He tightened his embrace. With her arms, she brought her face to her ear and muttered in a vague voice: "Don't move. If you move again, I can't guarantee your safety."
She really stopped moving.
Because of the strength of his arms, he and her body were closer together. Through the thin clothes, he could clearly feel her soft curves and smooth skin.