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The person next to her didn't wake up. He held her hand and moved it. He touched her back and patted her twice.

He was trying to coax her instinctively.

Yin Shu quietly opened her eyes a little and continued to stare at him. During this time, she moved unnaturally twice. Ji Yang moved his hand again, touched the back of her head, and patted her twice.

Yang Yang in the dream was so considerate.

Yin Shu stared at him for a long time, trying to remember him like this in her heart, until she couldn't open her eyes and fell asleep in a daze.

I was reluctant to let him go before going to bed.

He can only be seen like this in dreams, and it's quite shameful. Fortunately, it's a dream, but it's also a pity that it can only be a dream.

Early morning.

The sun rose from the east, the warm sun began to shine on the earth, the crisp calls of birds came, and there was a cool and refreshing breeze in the air.

The first thing Yin Shu did when she woke up was to look at her side. Sure enough, it was empty, and her eyes dimmed.

It was really a dream.

Lost in her heart, she had imagined many times the scene of the two holding hands, but it was strangled in the cradle.

She dragged herself out of bed to brush her teeth, but before she could brush twice, she felt nauseous from her stomach, retched several times, and tears came out.

It was so uncomfortable.

She just stopped and retched again, her stomach cramped, her legs began to weaken, and she felt dizzy.

"Relax."

A low male voice sounded in her ears, she turned her head, Ji Yang was holding her waist, and reached out to get a cup to get her warm water.

The first year in Yin Shu's mind was: Haven't you woken up from the dream yet?

"Are you still uncomfortable? Rinse your mouth first." Ji Yang handed the cup to her mouth and raised his head slightly to indicate.

She opened her mouth blankly, drank a sip of water, then spit it out, then rinsed her mouth and looked at him in the mirror.

At this time, he was wearing a plaid sweatshirt and changed his clothes, which was different from the dream last night.

Is there still daytime in the dream?

"Wipe your face." Ji Yang handed over a towel.

Yin Shu took it and began to wipe her face with her eyes closed. After that, he took it again and walked out holding her hand, "It's time to have breakfast. Mom said you got up a little late these two days. You can have breakfast before going to bed, otherwise your stomach can't stand it."

Hearing this, she corrected, "That's my mother."

Look at what she usually has in her mind? It is said that dreams are a person's inner thoughts. She actually wants Ji Yang to call Yin's mother "mom", isn't that...

"Then you marry me and become my mother soon? Can't you change your words in advance?" Ji Yang turned his head to look at her, pursing his lips and smiling.

Marry him?

Yin Shu's face flushed, hesitating and not speaking.

"You sleep in again." Yin's mother sat at the dining table and said slowly, "I have to go up and ask you to come down every day, and sometimes I can't even ask you to eat."

"Shu Shu also slept late last night, and I came back and woke her up." Ji Yang pulled a chair for her and sat next to her.

"She's a little spoiled, I know her." Although Yin's mother said so, she never thought her daughter was bad, it was just a polite remark.

"Not really." Ji Yang denied it naturally, poured a cup of soy milk for Yin Shu, and changed the subject, "Where's Dad?"

The date for their engagement was also set, so they naturally changed their words.

"He went to the company, don't worry about him, you guys eat more." Yin's mother thought it would be easier if Yin's father was not there, so she wouldn't have to be sarcastic to Ji Yang.

Yin Shu was eating breakfast silently, watching the two of them.

How could the dream be so real?

I would feel full after drinking two more sips of soy milk.

She put her hand on her thigh, ready to pinch it twice to see if it would hurt.

As a result, before she pinched it, Ji Yang took that hand over, held it in his big hand, and placed it on his leg.

This man could still reply to Yin's mother calmly, "Yes, the wedding photos will be taken on Monday, and they may be taken over several days, depending on the situation. It is mainly because of Shushu's physical condition. There is no rush."

Yin's mother nodded in agreement, "Yes, take your time, don't be too hard, you two should rest well."

"Yangyang, you should eat more too."

"Thank you, mom."

"Why are we polite as a family?" Yin's mother replied, she was really more and more satisfied with Ji Yang. After all, he was the child she had been raising, and she could trust him.

Yin Shu was always held by Ji Yang's hand, and then they intertwined their fingers. Yin's mother got up after eating, and there were only two people at the table.

He picked up a dumpling for her, "Eat this."

Yin Shu blinked, looked at the dumpling, and looked up at him again, without answering or taking action.

"What's wrong? You didn't talk much today, are you not feeling well?" Ji Yang also became puzzled and asked her softly, with a little worry in his eyes.

Yin Shu slowly shook her head again, and she didn't pull her hand out. She was also cheering herself up in her heart. Anyway, it was all a dream, so she had to be bolder.

"Are you angry with me?" Ji Yang came closer and took the initiative to explain, "I was in a meeting when you called. I called back after the meeting, but you didn't answer. I was worried for a long time. Later, Mom said you were sleeping."

"I called you when I got on the plane, but you didn't answer. Later, I got off the plane late, and I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I didn't call."

"I'm not angry." Yin Shu said without thinking.

She wouldn't be angry with him.

Not even in her dreams.

"Take a bite." Ji Yang picked up a dumpling and put it next to her mouth.

Yin Shu looked at his face so close, and mustered up a lot of courage to speak, "Yangyang, I won't be angry with you."

Really not.

"I know." He replied softly, "Neither will I."

"I..." She wanted to say that she liked him, even if it was in a dream, he wouldn't hear it, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say them. She lowered her head and took a small bite carefully.

Everything he fed her was especially delicious, and the posture was too intimate, she was so shy that her ears felt a little hot.

"I brought you a gift." He spoke again.

"What gift?" She asked, actually a little expectant, hoping to wake up from the dream slowly.