"The nightmare I just had... was so scary..." Her fingers grasped his collar helplessly, and she lowered her head to his chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she realized how much she felt at this moment.
Fragile.
"It's okay, I'm here." Yan Yu hugged her with one arm and gently stroked her sweat-soaked back with the other, as if coaxing a child. She was still a child, she was only sixteen.
Years old. (Yan Yu protests: I don’t want to be someone else’s baby daddy.)[
"Yan Yu...I'm so scared..." Bei Xiaoxiao's body was still trembling with fear. At this moment, she realized that she was covered in cold sweat. Her hands were holding on to his clothes tightly, as if they were being held by a drowning person.
It's like drifting wood to save lives.
"Don't be afraid, darling, no matter what you dream about, it can't hurt you, darling..." Yan Yu's voice at this moment was as gentle as if it could drop water.
In the quiet tent, he held her, feeling that he had never been so close to anyone else. Her breath gradually blended with his. He held her quietly like this, and no one spoke, just listening to each other.
heartbeat,
Just when she thought he was going to hold her until the end of time, he suddenly whispered her name in a low voice: "Xiao Xiao!"
"Hmm." Enjoying this rare moment of peace, Bei Xiaoxiao's head was buried in his arms and she was too lazy to lift it up. She responded lazily with a nasal voice.
"What...did you have a nightmare just now?" Yan Yu hesitated for a moment and then asked slowly.
It was okay that he didn't ask. When he said it, she remembered the terrifying scene just now. She couldn't help but reached out and gently hit his chest, pouted and complained: "It's not all because of you.
"It's all because he cut off the boss's arm that she dreamed of such a horrific scene. It's really his fault.
"Because of me?" Yan Yu felt a little baffled after hearing her accusation. He didn't understand what it had to do with him to have this little girl's nightmare.
"Yes, it's you, because today, no, it should be yesterday, you cut off the boss's arm yesterday afternoon. In his dream, he asked me to give his arm back, and his severed arm flew up and pinched mine.
