There is a fox in my house

Chapter 928 Strange Dreams

Jiyue Liuyin was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Understood, you go and send a message, just say that I will be there in a moment."

"Yes."

The man bowed his head slightly and saluted, then disappeared into a flash of white light.

Jiyue Liuyin's body slowly descended from mid-air to the ground.

The surrounding layer of white light also gradually disappeared.

He walked straight into the room from outside the wall, and walked lightly to the side of the bed.

The person next to the bed. . .Still sleeping sweetly.

She seemed to have dreamed of something happy, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

Jiyue Liuyin stared at her tenderly, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to caress her cheek.

He found that now he really had to hug her to sleep in order to sleep soundly.

During the nights when she was not by his side, he could not sleep.

I hugged her to sleep last night, and fell asleep in a while.

Jiyue Liuyin looked at her with loving eyes, and couldn't help but lowered her head and kissed her gently on the cheek.

The feeling of happiness and sweetness filled her heart.

Just looking at her quietly like this made me feel a kind of happiness.

In sleep—
Jiang Xueya came to a place surrounded by white mist.

This is a cluster of flowers, singing birds and fragrant flowers, as beautiful as a fairyland.

A large sea of ​​flowers.

And gleaming buildings.

In the mid-air, there are actually all kinds of birds flying.

Many of these birds she had never seen before.

Colorful colors. . .It's so beautiful you can't take your eyes off it.

From a distance, it seemed that two people were approaching.

She quickly ran to the side of the pillar and hid, sticking out half of her head to watch secretly.

Through the fog, it is not very clear.

Only one person was seen wearing a lavender robe, with a slender figure and looked a little thin.

There is another person, it should be a woman.

She was wearing a crescent white dress, which fluttered in the wind, giving her a bit of an otherworldly fairy air.

She was a head shorter than the man, and she seemed to be holding something in her hand.

Forehead. . .It's like holding a baby.

Those white and tender little arms. . .Still waving.

(End of this chapter)