At night, Zheng Xiaomeng dreamed that in a raging sea of fire, Lu Muqing held a gun and aimed it at her father's head.

She cried and shouted heartbreakingly, desperately begging him, begging him, begging him again, begging him not to do this to her father, but Lu Muqing pulled the trigger ruthlessly as if she couldn't hear her.

Syllable!

Dad's head instantly had a hideous blood hole, bubbling out of blood, and the blood instantly turned into a sea, staining everything around him red.

"Lu Muqing, why are you so cruel? Why did you kill my dad and why? ”

She held her father's motionless body and questioned him.

But he still couldn't hear himself, and left with his gun.

In the sea of fire and blood, all he left her with was a lonely back and endless pain.

"Ah......" she looked up to the sky and yelled, tears blurring her eyes instantly, "Lu Muqing, why, why!! ”

Ahh

Zheng Xiaomeng sat up suddenly.

When she saw everything around her, she realized that she had a terrible dream.

It's just that Fang Cai's dream was so real that she was so scared that even her pajamas were soaked in cold sweat.

The small lamp at the head of the bed suddenly turned on, and with it, the man's somewhat hoarse voice followed, "Mengmeng, what's wrong, did you have any nightmares again?" ”

Lu Muqing got up slowly, stretched out her arm and wanted to take Zheng Xiaomeng into her arms, but she subconsciously shrank back and dodged, and Lu Muqing's hand instantly froze in mid-air.

"Lemon?"

She was stunned, and then she realized what she had just done.

Even she herself was taken aback.

What's wrong with her?

Why did she hide from his hand?

Is it because of Fang Cai's dream?

Looking at the big hand hanging in the air, she was a little stunned, and she didn't know what to say for a long time.

Lu Muqing turned over and got out of bed at this time, opened the bedroom door and left.

Without his body temperature and breath, she suddenly felt that the huge room was cold and cold, as if a cold wind was blowing in every crevice of the room.

She pulled the quilt and curled up in a ball, trembling and curling up on the bed like an abandoned white rabbit.

What's wrong, what the hell is wrong with her?

Why did you have such a terrible dream for no reason?

Just when she was about to bury her face in the crook of her arm, Lu Muqing came back, he brought a cup of hot milk to her eyes, and then sat down next to her gently, keeping some distance from her, not touching her or disturbing her.

He only said softly: "I put sugar in the milk, and I don't feel so scared when I drink something sweet." ”

She turned her head to look at the milk in his hand, and then looked up at him.

The light around him was dim, but his gaze was still warm and hot.

"I'm sorry."

The slightly opened lips inadvertently spit out three words.

Lu Muqing lowered his eyes, and the contours on his face became extraordinarily soft, "Fool, drink the milk quickly." ”

"Okay."

She reached out and took the cup, raised her head and drank the milk, the temperature was moderate, the sweetness was just right, and the moment she finished drinking, it seemed that her whole body slowly began to heat up, and it was not cold all of a sudden.

He took the empty cup and put it on the head of the bed, turned over and got on the bed, and then hooked her into his arms.

"Husband......"

Before she could say anything in a hurry, Lu Muqing grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into his arms, letting her pill on his arm.

A low, nice male voice slowly poured into her ears from the top of her head, "Sleep, good wife." ”

The ghost blows the lamp