Through the light of lightning, he saw Fu Ya huddled in the quilt, her body trembling, and she screamed with every thunder.
Si Han walked over and held her in his arms, including the quilt.
"No, let me go!"
Fuya struggled desperately, scratching Sihan's face and body with her nails.
He didn't feel the pain, hugged her tighter, and patted her back soothingly with one hand, "Don't be afraid, you just had a nightmare, it's not real."
His tireless comfort gradually calmed down Fu Ya's emotions that were on the verge of collapse.
She grabbed his hand tightly, as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Don't leave..."
"If you don't leave, I'll be right here."
Fuya leaned in his arms and panted. Listening to the steady heartbeat coming from his chest, her stiff brain finally began to move.
After a long time, she raised her head.
In the darkness, Si Han's face was as warm as fire, illuminating her heart.
Your heart is beating fast. Is it because of nervousness or other reasons
Si Han wiped the tears from her face and narrowed his eyes in disgust, "It's so ugly."
"you… "
When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
"Sorry, I had a nightmare, please go."
"If you don't let go, how can I leave?"
Only then did Fuya realize that she was wrapped around him like a vine. She wanted to let go, but she was powerless.
Si Han sighed for the first time and held her on his lap like a child, "I can't sleep, let's talk?"
Fu Ya opened her mouth and swallowed the sentence "I don't want to talk to you" that was about to blurt out.
"What to talk about?"
"Let's talk about how you took revenge."
"What method do you think I will use?"
"Take a photo."
Hearing this, Fu Ya suddenly remembered what happened when they first met, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"My guess is wrong. I overheard that Wen Lian's sponsor would visit her tomorrow morning, so I put something small in her facial mask to ensure that she would turn into a toad tomorrow morning and the sponsor would never be able to eat it."
Si Han's eyes were filled with a smile, "Where are the others?"
"They were bribed by Wen Lian, I just kicked them back twice as hard."
Si Han raised his eyebrows, "It's not like your style."
"Then what should my style be?"
"Take a photo."
"...Can you please stop mentioning this?"
Si Han laughed heartily, "I can't help it. As soon as I see you, I will unconsciously think of you without any clothes on."
Fuya picked up a pillow and threw it at it, "Get out!"
"Let me ask one last question."
"What?" Fuya looked disgusted.
"What did you just dream about?"
Fuya's originally relaxed expression turned to ice instantly, and various bloody scenes flashed through her mind.
What did she dream about
Blood, darkness, hell…
Hatred is like a fire, burning brightly.
"It's very late, I'm going to bed, please go."
She had an indifferent tone that would put people away thousands of miles away.
At this time, she was like a hedgehog with spikes all over its body, guarding against everyone who came close to her.
"You really want to drive me away?"
Fuya looked away, her attitude was already obvious.
She doesn't want light or warmth.
She was meant to be struggling in the dark hell, and no one could be her salvation.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
Fuya heard the sound of footsteps going away, followed by the sound of a door closing.
Boom!
The thunder sounded again, and the white light of lightning stung Fuya's eyes, pulling her into the abyss of terror.
She hugged her bent legs, buried her face, and her body kept shaking.