I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

The blood-red piece in front of me was also scattered a little.

In the darkness, a light slowly lit up.

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When Mo Yesi opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Mianmian, who was looking at him anxiously.

"You're awake." Qiao Mianmian stretched his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, frowning, and his eyes were full of worry, "What did you dream about? I called you several times, and you didn't wake up."

She pressed her chest with one hand: "Frightened me."

She was really scared just now.

Because she was thirsty, she woke up, turned on the lamp and was about to get some water, but she saw Mo Yesi sweating and expression of pain.

She guessed he should be having a nightmare and wanted to wake him up.

But after a few calls, he didn't respond.

Fortunately, he finally woke up.

Otherwise, she didn't know what to do.

Mo Yesi didn't seem to be fully awake yet, his eyes were a little dazed, and he stared at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Qiao Mianmian was hooked to his neck, the man fell on him, and the whole person pressed on him.

Her head hit her strong chest.

She heard Mo Yesi's heartbeat beating very fast, very fast, his arms wrapped around her waist firmly, holding her tightly without saying a word.

Qiao Mianmian could feel that he was not in the right mood.

She guessed that his current abnormality might be related to the dream he had made.

Although she didn't know what he dreamed about, at this moment, she didn't move, and she lay on the body and let him hug her.

Until Mo Yesi's heartbeat gradually calmed down.

The arms tightly wrapped around her waist only loosened a little bit.

Qiao Mianmian felt that he was in a much better mood. She put one hand on his chest and slowly straightened her body.

Then sat beside him.

"Are you having a nightmare?" she asked softly.

There was still sweat on his face.

Qiao Mianmian pulled a tissue, reached over, and wiped gently on his face.

Mo Yiji reached out and held her soft little hand when rubbing his lips. The warm and moist lips kissed her palm and kissed her mouth. Her voice was hoarse: "How did you wake up? Am I talking in a dream?" it's your turn?"

Qiao Mianmian shook his head: "No, I woke up. You didn't say anything."

"You... what's your dream?" She hesitated, curious.

Mo Yesi had red blood in his eyes. At first glance, he didn't sleep well. He was silent and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a normal nightmare. You don't have to worry about me, just go to sleep."

Qiao Mianmian looked at him suspiciously.

She didn't believe his words.

Really... Is it just an ordinary nightmare?

But his performance did not seem to be the reaction after a nightmare.

But since he did not want to say, she would not continue to ask.

"I'm thirsty. I'll get some water and go to bed. Would you like some water?"

After Qiao Mianmian finished, he was ready to get up to pick up the water.

Mo Yesi held her shoulder: "Do you want to drink water? Lie down, I'll pick it up."

He lifted the thin blanket off the bed and went to pick up half of the glass of warm water.

Qiao Mianmian took the glass and drank half a glass of water in one breath.

Every time she ate something too heavy at night, she would be awakened by thirst in the middle of the night.

In the hotpot last night, she added several seasonings, it can be said that the taste is very heavy.

Mo Yesi saw her thirst, so she took the empty glass and said warmly: "Do you want to drink?"