Before he could finish this thought, Feng Lingyan, who was opposite him, suddenly turned over.

The little mouth muttered: "Smelly pig, dead pig, don't run! Don't run..."

Her tone of voice was extremely vague, but Gong Yanmo had such a sharp ear that he had already heard every word.

His body suddenly stiffened!

What on earth did this girl dream about?[

It can't be - it can't be the smelly pig, the dead pig in her mouth, it can't be the self in the dream just now, right?!

He moved together and quietly moved to her little bed, coaxing in a low voice: "Little rabbit, who is the stinky pig, the dead pig?"

"Smelly pig, dead pig...You turned into a pig and you ran so fast...Haha, I'm going to whip you...if you bully me again..."

Feng Lingyan giggled, muttered, turned over, and fell asleep again.

As expected, it was this girl who caused the trouble!

Gong Yanmo's eyes flashed, and he suddenly leaned over and hugged her, holding her body tightly.

Feng Lingyan trembled slightly and finally woke up from her dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw an enlarged handsome face in front of him.

She was startled: "You...what are you doing?"

Struggle subconsciously.

Helplessly, Gong Yanmo held her tightly, and she couldn't move away at all.

"Little rabbit, did you have a sweet dream?"

Gong Nanmo's voice was low and sweet, with a heart-pounding rhythm, like a fusion of Buddhist music and demonic music.

His arms hugged her tightly, his handsome face was less than half a foot away from her pretty face, and his hot breath seemed to blow at the base of Feng Lingyan's ears, making her whole body tense involuntarily.

When he raised his eyes, he was looking directly into Gong Yanmo's narrow, slightly peach-shaped eyes.

The waves in his eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, making her heart beat wildly.
Chapter completed!