After discussion, the invitation to the troupe is scheduled for tomorrow night.

The person who went to find the red clothes must have thoroughly investigated the bottom line, and there is no need to worry too much.

Sheng Han's sleeves became the shopkeeper, he had no heart or lungs, crossed it out, and happily went to take a bath without any worries.

Pei Lingqi was not busy with something, let her sleep first, and as soon as he heard this tone, Sheng Hansleeve was sure that the big guy was coming to the Frost Courtyard tonight. But she didn't prepare anything in particular, and everything went on as usual.

When he came over, Sheng Han slept in a daze with a homemade pillow. The main reason is that her sleep quality has been poor these days, and she subconsciously doesn't dare to fall asleep.

Pei Lingqi came after bathing, he lifted the bed curtain, and looked at the girl wearing something that barely called clothes with her arms and legs exposed from nowhere, and her little head leaned on the edge of the pillow as if she was about to slip off, and there was an indescribable coquettishness.

It's not that they are not attracted by the spring light, but the men pay more attention to her body - the clothes, which are by no means owned by Sanskrit, nor are they like those of the Eternal Night or Yuqiong Kingdom, but ......

Sheng Hansleeve felt a dark shadow fall on his eyelids, as if a dangerous aura was approaching, and woke up with a slight sense of suffocation, "Lord Wang? The big guy stood silently by the bed, scared her to death.

"Hmm." Pei Lingqi's voice was low and deep, and her eyes fell on her beautifully shaped collarbone, "You're ...... Where did it come from? ”

She rubbed her eyes and yawned, "That's what we wear." "The big guy will never send someone to the Eternal Night Country to investigate, what kind of clothes do the women there wear? It doesn't matter.

The man was silent, and under the cover of his eyelashes, there was an indescribably complex and dark light.

Sheng Han's sleeves didn't notice it, and his little thumb hooked him and shook it, "Don't you sleep?" ”

"Sleep." Pei Lingqi lay down as she said, pulled her into her arms, and kissed the girl's eyebrows, but she didn't move her hands and feet as before.

Originally, Sheng Hansleeve was half asleep and half awake, but at this time, his eyes were becoming clearer and clearer, and the big guy didn't touch her? Switching to a vegetarian diet? Or are you too tired to do it?

Anyway, no matter which one it is, it doesn't matter if you don't touch her, she will be tossed all over her body one less time, and she will sleep peacefully very happily.

In the middle of the night, Sheng Hansleeve woke up from the nightmare again, and it was the weird feeling of being covered and unable to scream, she gasped for breath, touched her forehead, and sure enough, there was a cold sweat.

"Sleeve sleeve." Pei Lingqi frowned slightly and grabbed her waist, his cheek pressed against her, "Did you have a nightmare?" ”

"Hmm." The girl languished and drooped her shoulders.

Winter Snow, who was keeping vigil, knocked on the door and came in, "Girl, the slave has prepared water and a handkerchief, do you want to wipe your face?" ”

Generally, even if the master does not sleep well at night, the subordinate is also obedient to the order to deliver the things that the master needs. The winter snow is so fast, could it be that he was instructed in advance?

Pei Lingqi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Hand it over." ”

Sheng Han's sleeves eased up, and she found that the big guy was wiping her sweat, and her movements were extremely gentle, and her mood was called a panic, "Lord Wang......"

"Hmm." Pei Lingqi touched her face, "Don't be afraid, this king is here, no one will hurt you." ”

When she first woke up, she was the most defenseless, and she was easily broken by his words, Sheng Han's sleeves suddenly became sore, and her tone was broken, "Lord Wang......"

"Good." The man hugged her tightly, "Have you been having nightmares a lot lately?" ”

Sheng Han nodded his head solemnly, "Yes." "It's the fourth night, and the content of the dream is getting bloodier.

She also joked to herself, saying that maybe there was a bug with Goldfinger, she helped others avoid bad luck, and God "retaliated" on her.

Who knows what kind of supernatural event this is.