Translator: 549690339
Mu Xiaoxiao snorted and said, â no way. Qiqing and I wonât fight over food. She must have dreamt that you snatched her food and ate it. &Quot;
Yin Shaojie agreed with this.
Mo Xiaomeng had also woken up. She probably heard their conversation, so she opened her sleepy eyes and looked around in a daze.
Ye sijue hugged her, kissed her cheek, and whispered something into her ear.
Mo Xiaomeng rubbed her head against him.
Their actions were full of affection.
Song Shijun was about to wake han qiqing up when he felt that something was wrong.
He looked down and saw that qiqingâs forehead was covered in cold sweat. She was still shaking her head in a daze and mumbling something.
âHello, qiqing? Wake up.â He quickly patted her cheek gently.
âWhatâs wrong?â Mu Xiaoxiao also looked over.
Everyone was suddenly very worried about qiqing.
Song Shijun frowned. &Quot; I donât know whatâs wrong with her. Sheâs sweating a lot. &Quot;
After he patted her a few times, han qiqing suddenly woke up, gasping for breath, and her pupils constricted.
âQiqing, are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?â Mu Xiaoxiao asked, concerned.
Han qiqing didnât move at all, as if someone had pressed her pressure points.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Shijun couldnât help but think of something bad. &Quot; could it be that this house isnât very clean ... &Quot;
As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if a cold wind had swept over.
Yin Shaojie glared at him. &Quot; donât spout nonsense. Youâll scare Xiaoxiao. &Quot;
Xiaoxiao was timid and was most afraid of these things.
Han qiqing rolled her eyes and looked at them. She seemed to have regained her rationality from her daze, but her eyes were a little cloudy, as if she had gathered a lot of thoughts.
She looked exhausted, but she still smiled and said to them, â Iâm fine. I think I just had a nightmare ... &Quot;
âWhat kind of nightmare did you have?â Song Shijun was curious.
Han qiqing muttered to herself, shook her head, and said, â I canât remember either. I only remember that it was a nightmare, a very scary nightmare ... &Quot;
Mu Xiaoxiao saw that her facial features were all scrunched up, and she said with heartache, â donât think about it if you canât remember it. Itâs just a nightmare. Donât think about it. Thereâs no good in remembering it. &Quot;
Mo Xiaomeng also nodded and said, â yes, yes. Qiqing, donât think about it anymore. Forget it, forget it. Nightmares are the opposite of reality. &Quot;
Song Shijun got up and went into the living room. When he came back, he had a hot towel in his hand.
He handed it to qiqing to wipe her sweat.
âThank you,â he said. Han qiqing still looked a little dazed. It seemed like the nightmare had affected her.
Mu Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and changed the topic with a smile. &Quot; qiqing, we were talking about food. What do you want to eat? You should be hungry, right?â
Han qiqing looked up at her, her reaction a little slow.
âWhat to eat ... Iâm fine with anything. You guys can make the decision.â
Mo Xiaomeng suggested, â isnât there a winter sacrifice ceremony nearby? Letâs go take a look, there might be a lot of delicious food.â
Going to a lively place could also divert qiqingâs attention.
âYeah, what do you think, qiqing?â Mu Xiaoxiao asked.
Han qiqing laughed and said, â sure. It should be fun. &Quot;
Thus, the group decided to go to the winter Festival.
The sun gradually set in the West, and the horizon was dyed with a layer of orange light, which was very beautiful.
Mu Xiaoxiao poured a glass of water for han qiqing. &Quot; qiqing, are you really okay? â
Han qiqing shook her head. &Quot; Iâm just ... Thinking about that nightmare. It feels like itâs something very important, but I canât remember it no matter how hard I try. &Quot;