Chapter 1418 Dreaming About Beating Someone to Death

"pain."

Fu Nanli glanced at her: "I still know it hurts."

Wen Qiao nodded: "Well, it hurts a lot."

Fu Nanli used a cotton swab to apply some povidone iodine on her, then tore off a band-aid and put it on her: "Be careful in the future."

Wen Qiao responded dully: "Yes, I understand."

Wen Qiao felt a little strange. She didn't believe it when Shen Ning said she couldn't control her emotions, but just now.

She tried to think back. She seemed to be a little greedy for the violent aesthetics and wanted to see more blood.

Once this thought formed in her mind, she was shocked.

How could she have such an idea?

I had never felt this emotion in the first twenty-two years of my life.

She couldn't understand why she suddenly couldn't control her emotions.

The hand was only slightly injured, but Fu Nanli acted as if she was paralyzed. He personally helped her take a bath, then wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bedroom.

Mr. Fu, who had not seen him for a month, was inevitably enthusiastic. Wen Qiao did some physical exercise for a while, but he temporarily forgot some of the previous unpleasantness.

I thought, maybe my worries are unfounded.

Late at night, Wen Qiao huddled in Fu Nanli's arms, feeling a sense of home and security, which allowed her to temporarily forget some of her worries.

"Are you okay?"

Wen Qiao chuckled: "There is no reason that after the operation, my body will be made of paper, right?"

Fu Nanli's chuckle came, and his warm breath made Wen Qiao's ears itch. "I'm just afraid that if something happens, we have to be separated for a longer time. I can't bear it."

Wen Qiao hugged his waist: "No, we will never be separated again."

It was a long sleep. Wen Qiao didn't dream much before, and the quality of his sleep was very good, especially when he was next to Fu Nanli, it was bright all night.

But this night, I had several dreams, and each dream was darker and bloodier than the last.

She dreamed about Huang Mao. In the dream, no one pulled her, so she beat Huang Mao to death, and she beat the person to death with her bare hands.

Huang Mao fell in a pool of blood and looked at her with wide eyes.

Passers-by were watching and had different opinions.

"The crime is not worthy of death, so why did you beat someone to death?"

"This little girl looks so soft and weak, why is she so cruel?"

"Yeah, it's too scary. Did you see that the force when I hit someone just now was so scary?"

At the back of the dream, Wen Qiao could even feel that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up. She was trapped in that dream, struggling, hesitating, afraid, and panicking.

"Qiaoer... Qiaoer..."

At the end of the crowd, the sky was bright, and there was someone standing there, like a guide to the peak of life, and he gently called her name.

Hearing the sound, Wen Qiao felt like a drowning man seeing the light on the sea.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and Fu Nanli was looking at her with her head propped up on her side.

"Joer, are you having a nightmare?"

It turned out that he was really calling her. Wen Qiao turned to look out the window. It was already dark and it turned out to be morning.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and there was cold sweat on her forehead, "Well, it was a nightmare."

"What did you dream about?"

Just now he heard her mumbling something incoherent, and saw her clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, with a painful expression on her face, so he gently patted her face and called her name.

Wen Qiao's mouth was dry, he licked his lips, and his eyes drooped: "I still remember it very clearly in the dream, but now I suddenly forgot it all. I don't know what I was dreaming about."