He did not resist in any way as he embraced her; her soft body in his arms, her fuzzy head, her tender breaths, all of these things, as if silk, suffocating him as they wrapped tightly around his heart...
"When was the last time you dreamed of me?" He asked, sitting on the sofa, his long arms and legs encircling her; in front of him she seemed so small.
With her forehead against his chest, Xia Yunsheng breathed lightly, as if she had fallen asleep. Just as he was about to give up, she replied, "On my birthday."
"Why did you dream of me?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that you were sick, that you missed me. I dreamed of you holding me like you are now. I dreamed of you kissing me..." Because this was in her 'dream,' she spoke without restraint.
Cheng Yanzhi paused for a moment, remembering her past two birthdays; both times he was injured, those definitely were the times when he missed her the most.
