Chapter 391 Nightmare

Qiao Mianmian's scent can make him relax quickly, as if it has a calming effect, which is more effective than any medicine he has taken before.

The sweet fruity fragrance and the faint floral fragrance lingered in his nose. At this moment, he was in a very relaxed state. After closing his eyes for a while, he fell asleep.

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That night, with Qiao Mianmian by his side, Mo Yesi had that nightmare again.

In the dream, he returned to the day he was kidnapped.

In the damp and dilapidated basement, his hands and feet were tied up, and a piece of rag was stuffed in his mouth. His delicate face was full of dirt, so dirty that he couldn't see his original appearance.

He was guarded by a group of fierce-looking, gun-wielding bandits, and was only given a steamed bun every day to keep him alive. The gangsters were all jealous of the rich. After kidnapping him, not only did they only give him a steamed bun every day, but they also beat him.

If they didn't rely on him for the ransom, they would probably beat him to death.

In the dream, Mo Yesi was like an outsider, watching him as a child without crying or making a fuss, waiting calmly for redemption.

Then the day came when someone from the Mo family came to redeem him.

The Mo family called the police.

When the gangsters found out, the enraged gangsters wanted to kill him.

They hijacked him in the car and drove on the road desperately.

When they were chased by the police, a group of people panicked and drove down the cliff.

At that time, he was also lucky.

The gangsters who kidnapped him all fell down the cliff. When he fell out of the car, a policeman who chased him grabbed him in time and dragged him up.

Just when everyone thought he was rescued and safe, another wave of gangsters rushed over. When they saw their accomplice's car fall off the cliff, they were furious and shot at them without reason.

The policeman who rescued him from the cliff stood in front of him at the first time.

He blocked the bullets for him.

At this time, the dream turned into a blood-red color.

Large streams of blood flowed out of the body of the policeman who blocked the bullet for him, and soon, all the police uniforms on his body were dyed red.

He opened his eyes wide, and his young and handsome face was still unwilling and reluctant, and he fell motionless in a pool of blood.

Mo Yesi, who had been kidnapped for three days and three nights and insulted and beaten by the criminals, had never cried, but when the policeman fell in front of him, tears flowed.

This scene became his eternal nightmare.

He looked at the glaring blood-red color, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and the sharp pain spread from his heart to his whole body.

He felt that he was about to suffocate.

He watched his savior fall in front of him, and his life passed away bit by bit.

But there was no way.

The feeling of powerlessness made him fall into deep self-blame and guilt.

If it weren't for saving him, the policeman would not have died.

If he was not so weak at the time, he could protect himself.

If...

"Mo Yesi..."

Just when he was trapped in a nightmare like before and couldn't wake up, a soft and gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears, calling his name in worry and anxiety: "Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi..."

He felt a soft hand holding his hand tightly, injecting a new strength into his body.

His cold body warmed up little by little.