She looked at him warily, and kept shrinking to the side of the bed, "Don't kill me, Daddy, don't kill me." ”

Daddy?

Mo Junlin's palms clenched, and his ink eyes were as cold as ice.

He didn't continue, just sat silently on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to recover.

Su Qing hugged her pink pillow and leaned on the bed, her tearful eyes half-squinted, looking drowsy.

Mo Junlin almost thought she was going to fall asleep, but as if she was frightened, she suddenly opened her eyes wide again, and looked around in horror.

His heart throbbed, "Su Qing, don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

His deep voice seemed to have a soothing magic in the terrifying night, and gradually, it pulled back Su Qing's thoughts.

"Mo King's Landing, why didn't you leave?"

"It's too late, there's no taxi."

Su Qing didn't think much about it, she nestled on the bed tiredly, and her misty beautiful eyes looked at the ceiling in a daze.

"Do you want water?"

Without waiting for the girl's answer, Mo Junlin got up and prepared to pour her a glass of water to suppress her shock.

As soon as he took a step, his pajamas were suddenly pulled, and the girl looked at him pitifully, "Mo King's Landing, can you accompany me?" ”

He furrowed his eyebrows and sat back on the edge of the bed again, "Okay." ”

Xu was too scared, and maybe she was too relieved of him, so she moved and approached him.

She grabbed his big palm, placed her little face on it, and closed her eyes comfortably.

Strangely, the chaotic head gradually calmed down as he touched his big palm and smelled the familiar clean breath of his body.

What she thought was a sleepless night soon became sleepy, and she fell asleep again.

She dreamed again.

This time it's a sweet dream.

She dreamed of the masked ball five years ago, when the tall man in a white suit, like a noble and handsome prince, gently took his hand and led her to spin and flutter on the dance floor.

She looked at his starry eyes behind his mask, and her heart fluttered.

He also kept staring into her eyes, which seemed to have endless love.

She was easily absorbed and muttered, "Mu Feng, Qiao Mu Feng." ”

She reached out and took off his mask, but to her surprise, that face was not Qiao Mufeng.

His face is as carefully carved as God, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and he is delicate and ascetic, and every part is perfect.

"Ink King's Landing, why are you?"

"It's me, it's always been me."

He suddenly grabbed her, clasped the back of her head with his big palm, and kissed her domineeringly with his cold thin lips.

The crisp smell of his body lingered on the tip of her nose, taking all her breath away.

She whirled in her dreams, and her little hands hugged him tightly, and he was so old that she couldn't give up.

In the dream, there was no betrayal, no harm, no Su Haohai's terrifying and hideous face, only the wonderful feeling of palpitations and heartwarming when he kissed her.

The phone rang and woke Su Qing up.

She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion, and when her eyes touched the charming and deep eyes on the wall, her little face burned red.

Annoying! I really dreamed of him!

Thinking of the picture in the dream, Su Qing was ashamed and embarrassed, and twisted the thin blanket into a ball with her little hands.

Ahh Her body is soft, as if she has really experienced a romantic storm.

Just as he was shy, Mo Junlin appeared at the door of the bedroom, and his voice was faint, "Awake?" ”

Looking at his handsome face that was peerless and handsome, Su Qing felt that his heart was about to jump out.