"You will die from horrible deaths for all of eternity!"
"Ah!"
Song Yaoyao's body trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
It was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her body was extremely cold. When her body woke up, her soul seemed to still be trapped in that strange, bloody, and terrifying dream; a dream that was filled with blood and curses.
"Did you have another nightmare?"
Huff—
Song Yaoyao trembled as she snuggled deeper into Huo Yunque's arms.
"It's okay, good girl."
His warm and broad palm gently patted her back, and the voice that was close to her ear was deep and gentle. An invisible pacification seemed to flow from his hand into her body.
Even her wildly beating heart slowly calmed down.
She licked her lips and said, "Gege, I want to drink some water."
