Wang Aoshuang was lying on the hospital bed and asleep quietly. Her face was very quiet, but her eyebrows and eyes were faintly sad.
He rushed over quickly, regardless of her sleep, hugging her tightly.
He tried his best to hug her. At this time, he really wanted to crush her, swallow her in his stomach, and keep her in his heart forever.
In his sleep, Wang Aoshuang felt a huge sense of oppression in her body, and then woke up in a hazy way.
She found herself being held in a spacious and comfortable arms, and a faint steady masculine atmosphere was exuding in her arms.
This kind of breath is so familiar, so familiar... it is as familiar as hers.
Her heart suddenly shook, why is there a unique breath of Ling Ang here?
Could it be that she dreamed of Ling Ang because she missed Ling Ang too much?
It must be! It must be God's pity for her and let her meet Ling Ang in her sleep.
But why is this dream so real? This embrace is so warm, and his breath is so quiet, like the faint fragrance of flowers and plants dripping with morning dew in the mountains, exactly the same as his breath before.
She suddenly smiled warmly in her heart, full of gratitude. Thanks to God, even dreaming, she had a real feeling and allowed her to relive Ling Ang’s unique charm.
She was immersed in this soft and warm breath when a magnetic sound like nature suddenly came from her ears, "Ao Shuang."
She was stunned for a moment. Why is this sound so real? There is no trace of blur or distant, no trace of impurities, unlike the ethereal sound in dreams.
Just like the former Ling Ang called her name gently in her ear, it was like the sound of a flute under the starry sky, melodious and gentle.
She couldn't help but move her body and wanted to look up to find the direction of the sound.
But her body was hugged so tightly, as if 100 ropes tied her tightly, leaving her without a trace of looseness.
She felt so strange, why did she feel so strange when dreaming?
She felt that she was in Ling Ang's arms, in an embrace full of fulfillment and security.
She couldn't help but struggle for a moment, and the arm beside her finally slowly released her.
She slowly looked up...
In an instant, the world seemed to disappear, and everything became illusory.
In front of her was a hand-painted face, which looked like a fairy-god walking out of the heavens, emitting a suffocating halo, and the light made her consciousness a little dizzy.
Yes, he came out of the kingdom of heaven in a veritable name!
Because this is the kingdom of heaven! She must have dreamt to the kingdom of heaven!
God must have pity her day and night, so he mercifully brought her to heaven in his dream.
She slowly stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face. His outline was still so handsome, as if it was carved out by the most exquisite statuette in the world, and it was impeccable.
His eyes seemed to be hidden in a brilliant star, and his eyes were bright and shining. The charm was as light and graceful as a flower petal, and it was darkly fragrant.
She looked at him in a daze for a long time, and a thick layer of pity rose on her face, and she said softly: "God, please make sure that this dream never wakes up."
Ling Ang stretched out his hand gently and covered her hand on his face with his soft palm. His voice was as light as the wind, "Ao Shuang, we will be together forever, but not in heaven, nor in