Xia Ziluo seemed to have heard the call and stopped crying for a moment.
Then I heard her murmuring: "Mu... Xi Tian..."
With this shout, Murong Xitian's head exploded with a "bang".
He appeared in her dream?
Or maybe he saved her last night, so she subconsciously hoped in her dream that he would appear again to save her?
"Xia Ziluo, wake up quickly..." Murong Xitian held Xia Ziluo in his arms, put his lips close to her ear, and desperately shouted for her to wake up.
Suddenly, a small hand tightly grasped the skirt of his chest.
"Are you awake?" Murong Xitian immediately held his breath and listened carefully for a while, but found that Xia Ziluo was still in his dream and had not woken up.
However, it felt like her mood had stabilized a bit and she no longer cried, but her body was still shaking.
If you stop crying, it means that the dream is not as scary as before.
Murong Xitian casually grabbed the quilt and put it on her, and then wanted to put Xia Ziluo back on the bed so that she could have a good sleep.
As a result, he put her down and lay down on top of hers.
Because, her small hands were tightly grasping the skirt of his chest.
In this posture, Murong Xitian immediately thought of the scene that made people spurt blood during the day.
Especially now that his body was so close to hers, he could clearly feel the plumpness and softness of her chest, and her unique faint fragrance floated over from time to time, stimulating his sensory nerves.
Beneath him, another tent was set up in an instant.
Murong Xitian froze immediately, his body tensed and became extremely stiff.
At this time, how could he... Could it be that he had been abstinent for too long? But he didn't want to find a woman to solve the problem. At this point, he had mysophobia.
He didn't want to touch women he didn't like. As for Xia Ziluo, he was forced to make sacrifices because of the situation.
"No, we can't continue like this." Murong Xitian stood up suddenly and picked up Xia Ziluo at the same time.
This position was obviously much better than before. She sat on the bed, her upper body leaning against his chest, and her hands and face buried in his chest.
"Well..." Xia Ziluo seemed to feel his efforts, and his body twisted uneasily.
Then, she pressed closer to his arms and rubbed against him. She didn't stop until their bodies were completely together.
Showing a cute expression like a cat, Xia Ziluo actually relaxed his brows, and the nightmare seemed to have turned into a good dream.
Murong Xitian looked at it, dumbfounded.
In this case, wouldn't he have to hold her and sit there all night?
She slept well, but he had to suffer from insomnia!
However, he did not let go of Xia Ziluo and let her sleep against his chest.
It lasted for more than an hour. Just after midnight, the night fell as deep as an abyss.
Xia Ziluo was already sleeping deeply and soundly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Seeing this, Murong Xitian finally secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't cry, fuss or shout, so he should be fine. His body was a little stiff, and his left arm and right leg were numb, as if they were not his own.
It moved slightly, as if being pricked by countless needles.
Murong Xitian moved slightly, and after regaining some feeling in his left arm, he hugged Xia Ziluo and planned to put her back on the bed.
The previous scene happened again, and not only that, Xia Ziluo started to tremble uneasily again.
Murong Xitian sighed and had no choice but to hug Xia Ziluo back into his arms.
After a while, Xia Ziluo's body stopped shaking.
In what was destined to be a torturous night, Murong Xitian had no choice but to recite the saint's book silently in his heart over and over again, and without realizing it, he had reviewed all the books from childhood to adulthood.
