Chapter 392 I Was Scared to Death

The blood-red color in front of him was also fading away little by little.

In the darkness, a light slowly lit up.

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When Mo Yesi opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Mianmian looking at him anxiously.

"You're awake." Qiao Mianmian reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, frowned, and her eyes were full of worry, "What did you dream about? I called you several times, but you didn't wake up."

She pressed her chest with one hand: "I was scared to death."

She was really scared just now.

Because she was thirsty, she woke up, turned on the desk lamp and was about to get some water, but saw Mo Yesi sweating profusely and looking painful.

She guessed that he must have had a nightmare, so she wanted to wake him up.

But after calling him several times, he didn't respond at all.

Fortunately, he finally woke up.

Otherwise, she didn't know what to do.

Mo Yesi seemed to be still not fully awake, his eyes were still a little dazed, he stared at her for a while, and suddenly reached out to hug her.

Qiao Mianmian was hooked by his neck, fell on him, and pressed her whole body on him.

Her head hit his strong chest.

She heard Mo Yesi's heartbeat was very fast and rapid, his arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, and he hugged her tightly without saying a word.

Qiao Mianmian could feel that he was not in a good mood.

She guessed that his abnormality now might be related to the dream he had.

Although she didn't know what he dreamed about, at this moment, she didn't move around, and lay on him obediently, letting him hold her.

Until Mo Yesi's heartbeat gradually stabilized.

The arms tightly wrapped around her waist loosened a little bit.

Qiao Mianmian felt that he was in a much better mood, she supported his chest with one hand and slowly straightened up.

Then she sat down beside him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She asked softly.

There was still sweat on his face.

Qiao Mianmian pulled out a tissue, reached out, and gently wiped his face.

When he wiped his lips, Mo Yesi reached out and pressed her soft little hand, and kissed her palm with his warm and moist lips. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Why did you wake up? Did I talk in my sleep and disturb you?"

Qiao Mianmian shook her head: "No, I was awake. You didn't talk in your sleep."

"What did you... dream about?" She hesitated and asked curiously.

Mo Yesi's eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he didn't sleep well. He was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Nothing, just an ordinary nightmare. Don't worry about me, go back to sleep."

Qiao Mianmian looked at him suspiciously.

She didn't believe him.

Really... just an ordinary nightmare?

But his behavior didn't seem to be a simple reaction after a nightmare.

But since he didn't want to say it, she wouldn't continue to ask.

"I'm thirsty. I'll get some water before I go to sleep. Do you want some water?"

Qiao Mianmian said, and prepared to get up to get some water.

Mo Yesi held her shoulders: "You want to drink water? Lie down, I'll get it."

He directly lifted the thin blanket and got off the bed, and went to get half a cup of warm water.

Qiao Mianmian took the cup and drank half a cup of water in one breath.

Every time she ate something too strong at night, she would wake up in the middle of the night because of thirst.

She added seasoning several times for the hot pot last night, so it can be said that the taste was very strong.

Mo Yesi saw that she was so thirsty, took the empty cup and said softly: "Do you want to drink more?"