As the saying goes, what you think about every day is what you dream about at night, but this is not always true at night.
She is busy on weekdays, has few desires, and thinks about serious things, but in her dreams, she is filled with charms that she is too embarrassed to express.
She had had such a dream before, but it was all foggy at that time, and she couldn't see the environment clearly, let alone the people.
But this time it's different.
She opened her eyes hard, and in her hazy vision slowly emerged a kind-hearted Buddha statue. The Buddha looked at her, as if he was scorning what she was doing.
Chu Qingwan was so ashamed that he murmured begging for mercy and struggled with his hands and feet to no avail.
She tilted her head, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, dispersing more of the dense fog, and the surrounding scene became clear.
The moonlight poured in through the broken door, illuminating the abandoned temple. The wind was a bit strong, causing the shaky wooden windows to creak.
The night was getting darker. Chu Qingwan was very tired, but she managed to keep her eyes open. She wanted to see clearly the appearance of the person on her body, but the cool moonlight was suddenly obscured by dark clouds and it started to rain.
She was very desperate and prayed that she could wait until dawn to at least meet him once.
She wanted to know who he was so much.
Chu Qingwan touched the scar on the man's chest and pushed hard. The man had to raise his head. At that moment, a bolt of lightning tore through the night and reflected on the man's face.
"you--"
Chu Qingwan was shocked and suddenly woke up.
There was a hand on her forehead that didn't belong to her, and she slapped it away.
Turning her eyes to meet a handsome face that had come closer at some point, her pupils suddenly shrank, she was so frightened that she couldn't help but retreat, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Mo Jingyu's hand was hanging in the air, not knowing why: "Divine Doctor Chu..."
"What are you doing?!" Chu Qingwan interrupted him harshly, stroking her chest and gasping for breath.
Mo Jingyu said warmly: "Your face is very red. I want to test whether you are catching a cold or getting hot."
When Chu Qingwan heard this, he slapped his face with both hands. It was indeed frighteningly hot.
But she knew that this was not a fever, but a dream.
Thinking of the last man he saw before waking up, Chu Qingwan wanted to perform a vanishing technique.
It's going to kill her. She couldn't dream about that kind of thing, but she wanted to dream about Mo Jingyu!
It must have been caused by the kiss outside the ruined temple, it must be, it must be!
Chu Qingwan sat up again, buried his head on his knees, and silently recited the Heart-Calming Mantra.
Mo Jingyu asked worriedly: "Doctor Chu, are you okay?"
Chu Qingwan replied angrily: "It's okay."
Mo Jingyu asked again: "Are you having a nightmare?"
"No." After Chu Qingwan finished speaking, he raised his head and glared at him fiercely, "Shut up! Don't talk!"
The more he kept chattering, the more she couldn't forget the scene in her dream. It was so embarrassing! It was so terrible!
Chu Qingwan suddenly stood up and sat at the seat furthest away from him.
Mo Jingyu was confused.
Did he make her angry in some way?
The three little ones woke up and saw that they were far apart, and the same question came to their mind.
Chu Qingwan didn't have the nerve to tell the truth, so he made nonsense: "Your Majesty wants to belittle me and touch my forehead."
Tiantian said innocently: "Mom, you've already kissed your uncle. What's wrong with him touching your forehead?"
Chu Qingwan was furious: "Can it be the same!"
Tiantian blinked her big and smart eyes: "Why is it different? Could it be that my mother wants to play another big adventure and lose to my uncle, so that he can touch her justifiably, so that she won't be angry?"
Chu Qingwan almost got around her: "That's not what I meant, I meant..."
The explanation was not clear at all. Chu Qingwan became even more depressed. He waved his hands in frustration and gave up the struggle: "Forget it, let's not talk about it."
It was getting late, and the rain finally subsided. Lin Yu went to the carriage to get an umbrella. The group of people held the umbrellas and came to the road, got on the carriage, and headed home.