Xia Yanxi let go of Qiao Yanli and smiled at him, "It's really okay. You can go take a shower!"
Qiao Yanli rubbed her black hair and placed a kiss on her forehead, "Okay, then you can rest first. If you need anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
He could tell that she was extremely tired today.
After Qiao Yanli entered the bathroom, Xia Yanxi lay on the bed. Maybe she was so tired that she finally fell asleep.
She didn't know how long she had slept, but she was suddenly awakened by a nightmare.
In the dream, her mother and Yanli pointed guns at each other. She hugged her mother's legs and begged her not to hurt Yanli. However, as soon as she finished speaking, her mother put a bullet through Yanli's chest.
Seeing his white shirt that was gradually dyed blood red, she burst into tears. Her fingers touched the tip of his nose with trembling fingers, and she lost her breath. No matter how much she cried, he would never open his eyes to look at her again.
When she woke up, she was so shocked that she broke into a cold sweat. His hands were clutching the quilt tightly, like a fish out of water, and his breathing was rapid, as if he was about to suffocate at any time.
She quickly turned her head and looked at the place beside her. When she found that he was not around, her pupils shrank.
An unprecedented panic spread from the depths of my heart.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed in a panic.
Afraid that something might happen to him, she ran out of the bedroom with red eyes.
Departure, detachment...
When she ran to the study and saw the light streaming out of it, she forgot her lesson about eavesdropping on his phone call last time and hurriedly opened the door.
In the room, he was standing in front of the window smoking, his figure tall and tall. After taking a shower, he wore simple and exquisite home clothes, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, but his back showed a sense of loneliness.
His back was turned to her, so she couldn't express his expression, let alone what he was thinking.
Thinking of the nightmare before, panic spread in her heart.
His eyes suddenly turned red.
She covered her mouth with her little hand, fearing that she would cry.
After knowing the grudge between her mother and him, her mind became extremely sensitive and fragile.
After taking a few deep breaths, she wiped the tears from her face and walked quickly behind him.
Hearing her footsteps, he was about to turn around when a pair of soft, boneless hands hugged his waist tightly from behind.
Her little face pressed hard against his strong back, feeling the warmth of his body.
It seemed that only by holding him hard like this and feeling his body temperature could she escape from the nightmare.
He was still alive and well, not separated from her.
…
Being held tightly by her like this, Qiao Yanli's body stiffened.
Something was wrong with her today.
After pinching the cigarette butt and extinguishing it, he turned around, looked down at her slightly red eyes, and frowned, "Yan Xi, what happened?"
Xia Yanxi looked at him with her long eyelashes raised, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with tears, "I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that you were shot. No matter how I cried, you..."
There was tenderness in Qiao Yanli's deep eyes. He raised his big hand and gently touched her fair and cold face. His thin lips were slightly hooked and he said with a faint smile, "Little fool, can a dream scare you like this?"
Xia Yanxi sniffed and pursed her lips and said, "Why don't you take a rest? Why do you go to the study to smoke?"
"I've been looking for you all day, and I still have some things to do. I'm just a little tired, so I'll have a cigarette to relieve my fatigue."
As soon as he answered, she stood up on tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips.
Her lips were a little cold and trembling.