In the past, only Miss Yun could touch his emotions like this.

After all, people in love are the most capricious.

Thinking of the clothes he sent out and the accessories he bought, Steward Chen also had a guess in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

I didn't dare to ask anything.

After all, their master is not in a good mood today.

Yan Yan returned to the bedroom, turned on the light, and saw a familiar scene in the room.

Because of his request, Wang Ma almost never touched the things in his room.

As a result, the things in his bedroom have hardly changed in the past two years, and they are still the same as they were two years ago.

Even the cream she used half of it was still on the cabinet, and it didn't let people throw it away when it expired.

Everything faked the appearance that she was still here.

Looking at the familiar bedroom, the man's eyebrows and eyes gradually showed a little tiredness, and even the depths of those deep eyes were stained with a layer of pain.

He stood there and was silent for a long time before turning and walking into the bathroom.

It was already one o'clock in the morning after tidying up everything, and Yan Yan was lying on the familiar big bed, but he never felt sleepy.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the girl's cold and dark eyes appeared in front of him.

Her little face tensed, and her gaze was full of defensiveness as she looked at him.

Let him stop following her.

Thinking of this, the man's thin lips pursed slightly, and his face was a little gloomy in the darkness.

After a long time, he reached out and scooped up her once favorite pillow next to her and pressed it to her chest, trying to ease the heart that was gradually corroded by the pain.

Little boy still forgot about him......

In her memory, I'm afraid he really didn't leave any trace at all.

This night, Yan Yan dreamed again.

He dreamed of the day she was taken away two years ago, and dreamed of how she took out her phone to ask him for help before she was stunned in the locker room.

I also dreamed that her clear eyes were as panicked and helpless as when she first met, and she bumped into his arms and called her a beautiful woman softly.

I also dreamed that she was in a coma like a rag doll, tied to a cold operating table, injected with an ice-cold liquid.

Her cries for help sounded in my ears.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yan Yan suddenly opened his eyes in the dark night.

A pair of phoenix eyes flashed in the darkness with a fierce luster that was cold and compelling, but there was a faint trace of panic on the impeccable perfect countenance.

All that remained in the darkness was the sound of his slightly rapid breathing.

It took a while for his consciousness to withdraw slightly from the dream, and his eyes gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the dark and familiar room, there was no her.

He knew he was dreaming again.

In the past two years, it is not the first time I have dreamed of her.

Ever since she disappeared in that locker room, he had dreamed of her almost every few days, mostly when she was captured.

It was only after the reunion that it was slightly better.

He hadn't dreamed of her for more than half a month.

I didn't expect to dream it again tonight.

may be because of her reaction during the day, which makes him feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Yan lay on the bed with his eyes open, and he didn't completely react from that emotion for several minutes.

He suddenly wanted to see her frantically, even if it was just to hear her voice, her breath.

As long as he can confirm that she's still there.

Almost subconsciously, he reached for his phone on the bedside table and dialed the number that had been remembered for a long time.

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Chapter 783: Dreaming of Her