It suddenly makes people feel strange, especially since Yinmeng habitually lights up aromatherapy before going to bed...
It reminds Dai Yuan of a poem by Li Qingzhao: Rui Nao Xiaojin Beast...
The feeling of the ancients is not a show, not a fantasy, but the style and real existence. For example, Dai Yuan is in this style and atmosphere now.
"What's the rush? It lasts forever." Dai Yuan settled down in Yinmeng and found that she was really tired after a day of hard work.
Yin Meng was also joking with Dai Yuan. At this moment, she got off his body and hugged her, planning to have a good sleep.
Yinmeng slept soundly and soundly... This was the first half of the night...
In the second half of the night, he had a nightmare, dreaming that there were countless men and women under him... being ravaged by him, screaming wildly... but he was like a devil... without caring about their feelings...
"ah--"
Yinmeng woke up from his dream, sweating profusely!
He sat on the bed blankly, wiping the sweat from his forehead. How could he have such a nightmare!
What does all this have to do with himself... He doesn't understand...
Could it be my past... Impossible, how could I have such a cruel and unbearable past! Yin Meng would never believe it!
But the feeling in that dream was so real...it made Yinmeng shudder, as if he was actually there.
He was afraid of that feeling, afraid of that reality... Yin Meng never dared to lie down again. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of those scattered scenes just now...
How could they be in my head?
Are dreams really a reflection of the inner world, or are they scattered memories of past lives...
Dai Yuan was awakened by Yin Meng's cry.
Seeing Yin Meng sitting there blankly, not saying a word, just wiping the sweat on his forehead, wiping it again and again...
She knew that he must have had a nightmare.
Dai Yuan hugged Yin Meng's waist from behind and put her head on his back.
She wanted to give her warmth in this way, so that he could feel at ease and not be tortured by nightmares.
Being held by Dai Yuan, Yin Meng did feel much better. Only in this way did he feel that the life in front of him was real.
But in dreams, they are just illusions, just illusions...
He turned around and hugged Dai Yuan, not daring to let go, not wanting to let go, not wanting to let go.