Over the years, in his dreams, he doesn't know how many times he has appeared in such a scene, or rather, only in his dreams, he dares to imagine that she came to his side.

He didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the scene he dreamed of would be the same as countless times before, turning into a cloud and disappearing without a trace.

He maintained a position, stiffly fell asleep for I don't know how long, and the scene in the dream suddenly became realistic, because the girl in the crook of the arm moved.

I don't know if it's because she's cold and looking for warmth, or because she's lying in an uncomfortable position, she rolls over from time to time.

Her tossing and turning movements brought her closer and closer to him, and at last, she clung to his body, and even her hands wrapped around his waist.

In the air, her body fragrance was even stronger, her face happened to face his neck, and her shallow breath was constantly sprayed on his skin, bringing him bursts of crispy and numb stimulation, making him react uncontrollably in his dreams.

She was still turning her body from time to time, prompting the fire that burned in his body to become more and more vigorous, and he was sleeping in a daze, and he clearly felt that his body temperature that had finally faded rose little by little.

His breathing became a little rapid, and even his heartbeat was a little out of control, but she was still moving endlessly, and he instinctively turned over, hugged her, and trapped her firmly in his arms.

Such a sleeping position is too ambiguous, her back is tightly attached to his chest, and such intimate contact makes his body's reaction more and more intense.

In the long years of being separated from her, in the dead of night, he didn't have similar dreams, but every time when he felt the extreme, when he leaned over and kissed it, he kissed a cloud of empty air.

Although he endured it very hard at the moment, he wanted her to stay longer and be able to accompany him for a while, so he tensed his body and forced himself not to move.

Even in the dream, he can still clearly feel a heavy sadness sweeping over him, he can only get close to him in the way of dreaming, knowing that the dream will eventually wake up, the dream is extremely cruel when he wakes up, how beautiful the dream is, when he wakes up, how lost and painful he is, but he is reluctant to have such a dream, he is so pathetic.

I don't know if the posture he held her was wrong, she was uncomfortable in the dream, and struggled slightly, she moved, almost made him turn over and press her underneath, he retracted his arms around her, put his face to her ear, and muttered in a vague voice: "Don't move, move again, I don't dare to guarantee your safety." ”

She really didn't move.

Because of the strength of his arm, he and her body were more tightly attached, and through the thin clothes, he could clearly feel her soft curves and smooth skin.