Soaking in sweat, Song Qinghuan jolted awake with a start.
Almost instinctively, she wanted to sit up, but found someone lying on top of her, head pressing against her chest. No wonder she was having a nightmare.
The moment Song Qinghuan moved, Shi Yuhuan also woke up.
He raised his head, his eyes somewhat languid and bleary, suggesting he had just been asleep too.
Seeing Song Qinghuan's pale face, drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily, he helped her sit up and softly asked, "What happened? Nightmare?"
Taking several gasping breaths, Song Qinghuan had already regained her composure.
She realized she had been moved from previous location on the carpet with Zishi and was now in the bedroom, sharing a bed with Shi Yuhuan who had carried her there.
Song Qinghuan smiled and leaned lightly against Shi Yuhuan, "Mmm, a small nightmare, nothing to worry about. Did you finish your work?"
