"Feng Yin?"

Zhang Yiming saw that she didn't reply, and then confirmed that her mood was extremely unstable at the moment through the shadow movements in the dark, and couldn't help but whisper with a little worry.

"Hmm."

Feng Yin responded almost instinctively.

She had just eased up, and her hands were still wiping sweat on her forehead and face.

The handful of sweat and the night breeze made her originally dazed and panicked heart calm down a little.

"Do you have nightmares?"

Zhang Yiming saw her sitting there in a daze, and he was extremely worried, and he couldn't get close to her because he was injured and gave her warmth and comfort.

He had to ask for the situation out loud.

Feng Yin listened to the inquiry of the man next to her, felt the worry and nervousness in his tone, and her panicked heart couldn't help but warm.

Gathered the quilt, and then looked in the direction where Zhang Yiming was lying.

But the unprecedented panic in her heart made her speechless for a while.

"Feng Yin?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yiming raised his voice again but did not affect the soft voice at all, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine."

Feng Yin heard the worry in the man's tone, and hurriedly responded.

As soon as the words came out, she realized that her voice trembled violently.

Of course, Zhang Yiming also heard it.

He struggled to move towards her, stretched out his hand, and said, "Let me hold your hand." ”

Feng Yin didn't think much about it, and stretched out his hand.

Zhang Yiming, who was slightly accustomed to the dark gaze, accurately clenched her outstretched hand.

The little hands were cold and obviously wet, which showed how frightened she was at the moment.

The man's other hand also came out of the quilt and patted the back of her hand gently: "Don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare." ”

Feeling the warmth coming from his hands, and listening to the man's deep and melodious cello-like comfort, Feng Yin's originally frightened heart miraculously calmed down.

She swallowed hard and answered softly, "Hmm." ”

Zhang Yiming moved his body again, wanting to get closer to her, but because of the injury, he gasped: "Hiss~"

"What's wrong with you?"

Listening to the sound of the man gasping, Feng Yin remembered that he still had injuries on his body, and hurriedly leaned over.

Only then did she find that the man's upper body was almost removed from the mattress, and she hurriedly shouted:

"How can you move? Don't want this body? ”

At the same time, there seemed to be an indescribable emotion pouring out of her heart, which made her nose sour.

It can be seen that it is because of his abnormality that he will approach him regardless of his body.

The woman complained, but turned over and helped him lie back on the futon.

Only then did he reassure: "I'm fine, it's just that I had a nightmare and didn't come back to my senses for a while." ”

"How are you? Will your injuries be affected by what you just did? ”

Zhang Yiming listened to her eager and uneasy tone, felt the intimacy of being helped back by her, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a smile.

Hurriedly reassured: "I'm fine, I just pulled it down gently, and it won't affect the injuries on my body." ”

Then he hurriedly urged: "Hurry up and lie back in the bed, it's cold outside at this time, don't get cold." ”

Feng Yin also felt the biting chill in the air at this moment, shivered, and hurriedly returned to his side to burrow into the bed.

In this era when wind and cold can kill people, she doesn't want to let herself get cold.

Seeing her move neatly back to the bed and lie down, the corners of Zhang Yiming's lips unconsciously raised a pleasant arc.

After a short silence, he couldn't help but ask again, "What?" Dreaming of a plane crash again? ”