pinched the girl's arm very hard, "To scream or not to scream," the woman's face became very hideous, and the little girl was so frightened that she stepped back, but the woman held it tightly, and the little girl couldn't run at all.

The little girl just stared at the woman, and when the woman saw that the little girl still didn't say anything, she became even more angry, pulled the little girl up, and hit her buttocks.

"Look at you, a child, what are you doing to hit her, is it annoying," the man said irritably, without even looking at it.

"It's not your fault, I spent so much money to buy it, and I can't even call my mother," the woman complained.

The man was annoyed by the woman's ink, so he put down the wine glass in his hand and walked up to the little girl, which was a kick.

Viciously, he walked towards the little girl, and the little girl shouted in fear, "Don't hit me, don't hit me,"

Qiao Zixin grabbed the quilt and shouted, "Don't hit me." Don't hit me,"

That childhood experience is a terrible memory that Qiao Zixin can't forget in her life, and she is also deeply affected by that experience, and has an inferiority complex, feeling that she will not be happy in her life.

Qiao Zixin's shout alarmed He Mingyuan next door.

He Mingyuan closed the bathroom door and turned on the computer while wiping his hair with a bath towel.

I plan to work all night, because during this time, I focused on Qiao Zixin's body, and the work accumulated a lot.

As soon as the computer was turned on, I heard Qiao Zixin's scream next door.

He Mingyuan's first reaction was to rush to Qiao Zixin's room.

He Mingyuan pushed open Qiao Zixin's door, and the room was pitch black.

Qiao Zixin's shouts could still be heard, He Mingyuan turned on the light, and the darkness in the room was instantly illuminated.

Qiao Zixin was still clutching the quilt, struggling and shouting, "Don't hit me, don't hit me,"

It turned out to be a nightmare, He Mingyuan put down his hanging heart, walked to Qiao Zixin's bedside, sat down, and grabbed Qiao Zixin's hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Qiao Zixin felt that his hand was caught, and the dream was more real, so he was even more afraid, and tried hard to break free of He Mingyuan's hand.

The more Qiao Zixin broke free, the tighter He Mingyuan clenched, and in the pull of the two people, Qiao Zixin woke up.

Qiao Zixin was sweating profusely, looking at He Mingyuan with frightened eyes, and it took him a long time to react.

It turned out to be a dream, Qiao Zixin took a deep breath to adjust his emotions.

"I had a nightmare,"

He Mingyuan sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead for Qiao Zixin.

Qiao Zixin nodded, this dream appears often, but it has been too frequent recently.

This dream often reminds Qiao Zixin of her hard-to-remember childhood.

"It's okay to have me, you don't have to be afraid of anything,"

He Mingyuan's hands were placed on Qiao Zixin's shoulders, and he helped Qiao Zixin to lie down again and cover her with the quilt.

"With me, you can sleep in peace, I'll watch you sleep," He Mingyuan looked at Qiao Zixin gently.

Qiao Zixin suddenly grabbed He Mingyuan's hand, He Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, and stroked her head with his other hand.

"Sleep," He Mingyuan looked at Qiao Zixin so dependent on himself, and felt very conflicted in his heart.

Since Qiao Zixin was discharged from the hospital, he has been particularly dependent on him, and he is also very vulnerable.

He Mingyuan enjoys Qiao Zixin's dependence, in normal times, Qiao Zixin is very independent and never relies on him.

But he didn't want to see Qiao Zixin so sad now.

Qiao Zixin listened to He Mingyuan's words, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.

He Mingyuan could also leave with confidence, but soon found that Qiao Zixin was holding his fingers tightly and couldn't break them.