Maybe she was too tired, Leng Qianxue fell asleep beside Ye Zhenting.

Before going to bed, she kept holding his hand and putting his palm on her face.

She thought, in this way, his hands would not be cold.

It was late at night, and the room was suffocating. The two of them were just dependent on each other and fell asleep quietly, as if they were still leaning on each other as before...

That night, Ye Zhenting had a dream, dreaming that he had lost his way in an uninhabited desert. He didn't know where to go. There was no gray around him and no light.

His whole body was in pain, as if it was about to crack, and his vision and hearing seemed to have lost their function.

He wanted to leave this place, but his vision was blurred and he could not hear any sound.

He could only try to move forward, but the front was like a deep abyss. As soon as he took a step, his feet were hanging in the air. He could only change one direction, but every time he changed the direction, it would become a deep abyss...

It seems that no matter where he goes, he will be a dead end.

He began to become confused, he was unwilling to give up, but he was at a loss.

At this time, a pair of hands suddenly reached out. He was a little scared at first, afraid that these hands would push him into the abyss like before.

But this time, she did not push him, she just held his hand gently and led him in the right direction.

His heart gradually became stable, and he followed these hands and gradually saw the light.

At this time, a strong wind blew over and blew the hand away. He wanted to catch her, but he couldn't catch it...

Ye Zhenting woke up from the nightmare and slowly opened his eyes. He found Leng Qianxue lying beside him, holding his sleeve tightly with one hand, as if afraid that he would disappear.

Ye Zhenting's eyes gradually became gentle. He reached out and gently stroked her cheeks. He found tears on her face. She had cried...

Are you sad for him?

Ye Zhenting was thinking about it when a cold wind blew by the window. He tried to cover her with a quilt, but because of his weakness, he was slow.

At this time, Leng Qianxue woke up. She shivered and shouted the name "Ye Zhenting". She was surprised and subconsciously grabbed his hand.

However, because I tried too hard, I got injured on my hand.

Her face turned pale due to pain. When she looked up, she saw Ye Zhenting and found that he was looking at her. She immediately endured the pain and asked softly: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Ye Zhenting didn't speak, just looked at her, his eyes calm and gentle.

"I'm asking Thunder Rain to come."

Leng Qianxue got up and was about to press the call bell. Ye Zhenting suddenly hugged her waist and took her into his arms...

"Ye Zhenting, what are you doing?" Leng Qianxue struggled subconsciously, "Let go."

"You want me to die under you now, and you keep moving."

Ye Zhenting's voice was low and hoarse.

“….”

Sure enough, Leng Qianxue didn't dare to move anymore, so she lay on him honestly, just holding her hands carefully aside, for fear of crushing him.

"I haven't hugged you like this for a long time."

Ye Zhenting hugged Leng Qianxue and smelled the fresh and elegant fragrance on her hair, feeling that everything was so friendly and familiar.

"Stop making trouble." Leng Qianxue said anxiously, "Let me go, you are still injured."

"Don't let go." Ye Zhenting acted like a child, "Don't let go even if he dies!"

"Ye Zhenting..."

Leng Qianxue wanted to scold him, but as soon as she spoke, her voice became even more swallowed. A stream of sadness surged from the bottom of her heart, like a wave churning in her heart, and her eyes were wet in an instant.

"Why did you push me away?" Leng Qianxue asked even more, "Do you know that you have shed a lot of blood, your clothes are all dyed red, and everyone is frightened."

"Where are you? Are you scared?"

Ye Zhenting kissed her hair infatuatedly. He liked the feeling of hugging her like this, and liked it very much...


Chapter completed!