Group pet Xiaopangbao: I have four big daddies

Xianhai Building.

Ye Qianning yawned and walked upstairs. From the birthday banquet to now, she hardly slept much. She has rarely been so tired for many years.

I don't know if Dundun and Pangpang are too noisy in the space, or what.

After several flights of stairs, Ye Qianning yawned five or six times, walked to the door, and just pushed the door open, a thick sense of tranquilizing breath came to the tip of his nose.

He yawned for a while, shut his mouth, and saw a person lying on the couch at a glance.

At this time, it was almost dark outside, and the room was a little dark, and the smell from the tip of her nose allowed her to tell who it was.

Sang Zhi, he has a faint scent of soothing the nerves.

Ye Qianning was already a little sleepy, but smelling Anshenxiang made her eyes sore, she rubbed her eyes and walked over, wondering why Sang Zhi was sleeping in her room.

Sang Zhi on the soft couch was leaning sideways, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was not sleeping well.

After lighting so many soothing incense, I still can't sleep well.

Ye Qianning walked to the side and bent slightly, and had to say that Sang Zhi's appearance was really good-looking, just one side was so handsome that it was shocking.

Fair skin, straight nose, perfect.

Seeing his frowning, she couldn't help stretching out her hand to smooth it out gently. For just a moment, there was a tight frown between the brows, and there seemed to be a trace of sweat on his forehead.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She whispered, just about to get up and replace An Shen Xiang.

A pair of cold hands grasped the hand she hadn't been able to withdraw from between his eyebrows in the future.

"Don't... take her away, please..."

When the murmuring voice came, the already fair face became even paler, and even the lips became pale and bloodless in an instant.

The hands holding her were icy cold...

"Please...don't...I'll kill you...kill you..."

Ye Qianning felt that the hand holding her was getting tighter and tighter, and Sang Zhi's face gradually became ferocious, and his breath burst out in an instant.

This breath is oppressive and desperate, as if falling into hell and wanting to struggle to climb up.

She is too aware of this breath, it is not a desperate situation, death, such a breath cannot erupt.

"Sang Zhi." Ye Qianning called softly.

"Flee...go...I...kill..." Sang Zhi murmured, trembling all over.

"Sang Zhi."

Ye Qianning stretched out her other hand and shook him slightly.

Sang Zhi seemed to be in a nightmare, the dark abyss swallowed him, he wanted to climb up, and there were many faces on the top, and those faces were imprinted in his bones.

It was Princess Dongyi, Emperor Beili, Concubine Yuan Gui... It was Yuan Yintang, all the faces he had seen on Sifang Mountain.

They are laughing ferociously...

They told him one by one that they couldn't save her...she was dead...

The next second, he saw the bloody corpse...

Don't hurt her...give it back to me...give her back to me...

Do not……

Sang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, those eyes were bloodshot and scarlet, and his breathing became short of breath.

A blurry figure was reflected in the scarlet eyes, and that figure gradually became clear, and the murderous aura disappeared for a moment, and he felt the slightest warmth coming from his palm.

It was a gentle internal force, and the internal force came from the palm of his hand, which warmed his cold hands a little.

Sang Zhi raised his other hand to support his forehead and then his eyes, as if trying to cover up the killing intent in his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse: "I dreamed of something terrible."

"I know." Ye Qianning's voice was very soft.

"I... I dreamed about those faces." Lingering, Ri Ri appeared in his dream...