"Rou'er, I just came back, rest well, and when you wake up, I'll tell you later." Nangong Moyun was full of pity. In the past few days, Ling Yurou has been holding him on Xiao Jiu's back, and she hasn't closed her eyes much on a few books.

If it was before, it must have been him who didn't fit his eyes, but I don't know when, he felt so stable by her side, and his Rou'er grew up.

Ling Yurou was about to speak, but she yawned, yes, she was indeed a little tired, okay, let's sleep first.

After taking a comfortable bath, Ling Yurou lay on the dragon bed, Nangong Moyun was already half-lying on the bed waiting for her, smiling with a tender face, Ling Yurou's face was slightly red, and she nestled into his arms.

His arms are always so stable, so gentle, but so domineering, like angel wings surrounding her tightly, a faint fragrance swirling around, at this moment, she is the happiest person in the world......

Seeing that her breathing became even, Nangong Moyun patted her on the back, and waited for a while until she was completely asleep, Nangong Moyun gently let go of her, slowly pulled out, sat on the bookcase, opened the dark place, and put a mountain of music in it.

"Sister......

The hazy voice of the void came from all directions, Ling Yu was soft, and his heart tightened: "Ling Yun? Is that you? ”

"Sister...... Where are you......"

"Lingyun? Sister is here, Lingyun! "Yes, it's Ling Yun's voice, it's his.

Ling Yurou was surprised and delighted, looking around, she wouldn't wear it back, would she?

"Xiaorou, Xiaorou!"

As soon as Ling Yun's voice fell, another voice came, listening to this voice, Ling Yurou was shocked!

It's Sang-cheol's!

"Xiao Rou? Where are you, Xiaorou, come back to me......"

The sound of eager breathing sounded in her ears, Ling Yurou was in a mess, what the hell is going on? How could there be the voices of Lingyun and Shang Zhe around?

"Xiaorou, don't you want me? Xiaorou, where have you been? ”

"No, Sang-cheol, I didn't, Sang-cheol ......"

"Little Soft ......"

"Sister!"

"Shang Zhe, Xiao Yun, Shang Zhe!" Ling Yurou's heart was tense, tossing and turning, and her mouth kept screaming, until she opened her eyes and found that she was drenched in cold sweat, and Nangong Moyunhou looked worried beside her.

Ling Yurou looked stunned, relieved for a while, and breathed a sigh of relief, she was dreaming just now.

Nangong Moyun took a silk silk, gently wiped away her sweat, held her hand and patted it gently: "It's okay, you have nightmares, right?" ”

Ling Yurou smiled faintly: "Well, it's a dream...... Well? ”

Before she finished speaking, Nangong Moyun hugged her tightly and hugged her tightly.

Puzzled by his move, Ling Yurou was puzzled: "Xianggong...... You? ”

Nangong Moyun took a deep breath and hugged her for a long time before letting go slightly: "No, I'm just worried that you're scared and want to give you more warmth." ”

Ling Yurou's heart warmed, and she subconsciously hugged him back: "Fool, it's just a nightmare." ”

Nangong Moyun's eyes flashed with a wry smile, but his face was impassive: "Well, don't be afraid, there is a husband, and a husband will always be by your side." ”

Intuition Nangong Moyun was very inappropriate, Ling Yurou was about to speak, looking at the folds on the bookcase, piling up baskets after baskets, and said with pain in her heart: "Didn't you sleep?" Reviewing the cantata? ”