Chapter 1702 Are Dreams and Reality Opposite? (1)

Mu Xiaoxiao snorted and said, "No way, Qiqing and I won't rob things. She must have dreamed that you robbed her of food."

Yin Shaojie agreed with this point.

Mo Xiaomeng also woke up, probably hearing their chatter, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked around in a daze.

Ye Sijue put his arms around her, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered something in her ear.

Mo Xiaomeng rubbed his head against him.

The actions of the two are full of tenderness.

Song Shijun was about to wake up Han Qiqing, but he felt something was wrong.

He looked down, and found that Qi Qing's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she was shaking her head slightly in a daze, chanting words all the time.

"Hey, Qiqing? Wake up." He quickly patted her cheek lightly.

"What's wrong?" Mu Xiaoxiao also looked over.

Everyone was worried about Qiqing.

Song Shijun frowned, "I don't know what happened to her, she sweated a lot."

After he patted it several times, Han Qiqing woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, her pupils constricted.

"Qiqing, are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked with concern.

Han Qiqing remained motionless as if someone had tapped her acupuncture points.

Song Shijun couldn't help thinking of something bad, "Could it be that the room is not very clean..."

As soon as the voice fell, it was as if a dark wind swept over.

Yin Shaojie glared at him, "Don't talk nonsense, it will scare Xiao Xiao."

Xiaoxiao is timid and afraid of these things the most.

Han Qiqing turned her eyes and looked at them, as if she had regained her sanity from the trance, but her eyes were cloudy, as if a lot of thoughts had settled down.

She looked tired, but she still twitched the corners of her mouth and said to them, "I'm fine, it seems like I had a nightmare..."

"What a terrifying nightmare did you have?" Song Shijun was curious.

Han Qiqing pondered, shook her head and said, "I can't remember it either, I just remember it was a nightmare, a terrible nightmare..."

Seeing that her facial features were wrinkled, Mu Xiaoxiao said distressedly, "Don't think about it if you can't remember it. It's just a nightmare. Don't think about it. It's not good to think about it."

Mo Xiaomeng also nodded and said, "Yeah, Qiqing don't think about it, forget it, forget it, nightmares are the opposite of reality."

Song Shijun got up, went into the living room, and came back with a hot towel in his hand.

He handed it to Qiqing to wipe off her sweat.

"Thank you." Han Qiqing still looked dazed, it seemed that this nightmare had affected her somewhat.

Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a while, then changed the subject with a smile, "Qiqing, we just talked about food, what do you want to eat? You must be hungry too, right?"

Han Qiqing looked up at her, her reaction was a little slow.

"I can eat whatever...you can just make up your mind."

Mo Xiaomeng suggested, "Didn't you say there is a winter festival nearby? Let's go and have a look, there might be a lot of delicious food."

Going out to a lively place can also divert Qiqing's attention.

"Well, Qiqing, what do you think?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked.

Han Qiqing smiled and said, "Sure, it should be fun."

So, the group decided to go to the winter festival.

The sun was gradually sinking to the west, and the sky was dyed with a layer of orange light, which was very beautiful.

Mu Xiaoxiao poured Han Qiqing a glass of water, "Qiqing, are you really alright?"

Han Qiqing shook her head, "I'm just... thinking about that nightmare. I always think it's a very important thing, but I can't remember it."