I sat on the edge of the bed and watched He Cong, his brow furrowed, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and dense layers of sweat oozed from his forehead. I wiped his sweat with a towel and looked at him uncomfortable, apparently having some nightmare.

I pushed him twice, "Why don't you wake up, don't fall asleep." ”

I'm afraid that if he continues to sleep like this, he will never wake up. After all, if you have just regained your soul, you need to wake up immediately.

He Cong looked more and more anxious, and suddenly shouted: "Lixin." Then he sat up sharply, and I was about to go up to him and ask him something, when he was held tightly in his arms.

Leaning on He Cong's arms, I could clearly hear his rapid heartbeat, what kind of dream did he have to be in such a hurry?

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