The pressure around He Juan became dangerously low and a depressed aura shrouded him. It was not like he did not want to sleep. He wanted to. Very much. Who would not be exhausted after surviving a nearly fatal car crash and losing control of their own pheromones to boot? Not to mention, this was already way past his bedtime…
He Juan was tired, so tired to the point where he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
But he really couldn't do it. He did not want to.
Because his dreams were too terrifying, it was like the manifestation of his deepest fears combined into one. In them, he could see himself losing control, again. And every single time, Mu Yuze would be there, bravely throwing himself forward in an attempt to bring him back to his senses. At first, He Juan could still stop himself from hurting the little omega. But the longer this went on, the more uncontrollable he became and his latest dreams all featured the exact same thing.
