Bao'er gasped for breath and couldn't speak. Her little hands tightly grasped the sleeves on Mo Yanyi's arms. He held her and pushed open the door of his room.
Lightning flashed silver outside the window, Bao'er let out a low cry, quickly closed his eyes and hid his face in his arms
He held her with one arm and closed the thick curtains with the other hand. He put her on the sofa and said, "Okay."
Baoer curled up on the sofa, looking a little pitiful: "But you can still hear the thunder."
It seems a bit difficult to prevent God from thundering!
Mo Yanyi moved the corner of her mouth lightly, sat down next to Bao'er, put one arm around her, and Bao'er nestled in his arms like a kitten. His heartbeat was strong and powerful.
"Why are you afraid of thunder?" He asked calmly, turning on the TV with his other hand and turning the sound very low.
Baoer buried her face and said: "When I was five years old, our family still lived in a bungalow in the suburbs. It was a rainy day. There was thunder and lightning, and I suddenly woke up.
A bolt of lightning exploded in the house, I...I..."
Bao'er couldn't speak anymore and started shaking.
Mo Yanyi said: "I won't say anything anymore."
Baoer took a deep breath, and Mo Yanyi held her hand and said: "Throw away the unpleasant memories."
Bao'er raised his head, with a hint of bravery in his eyes: "I can't throw it away, even though it's been a long time. My parents don't know why I'm afraid of thunder because I saw a man lying on the window and didn't know if he wanted to pry me open."
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The lightning struck him and when he was found by the neighbor the next morning, his whole body was burnt. However, I can't forget his ferocious face lying on the window that was suddenly illuminated by the lightning."
After Baoer finished speaking in one breath, his body shook even more, and he vented his breath unevenly. Mo Yanyi's face was calm, and he just held her whole in his arms, very tenderly.
He still had such a faint fragrance, even though it was mixed with the smell of alcohol, it was still so lustful. He gently stroked her back, and she gradually calmed down in his arms.
After a long time, she heard his warm voice: "I will accompany you on thundering nights."
Bao'er slowly raised his head, wanting to take a look at his expression at this time, but Mo Yanyi quickly turned his head and freed up one hand to pick up the phone on the small coffee table next to the sofa.
"Arlene, bring up a cup of hot milk."
Turning around, he had his usual cold expression and stood up: "Drink the hot milk and have a good sleep."