Tang Jingyun's eyes suddenly dimmed. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

"Tang Jingyun, Tang Jingyun ......" The little woman lying on the bed murmured his name helplessly, and her hands fluttered wildly, as if she was desperately trying to grab something.

He closed his eyes, bent his tall waist slightly, and took her moving hand, gently squeezing her palm in his palm.

That settling power came so suddenly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the woman, who was still in a deep nightmare, suddenly fell silent.

Her chaotic breathing gradually stabilized, and her taut little face slowed down a lot.

It's just that her lip flap is still biting very hard, and a drop of bright red blood lies down the corner of her lip, and the bright color is particularly eye-catching.

Tang Jingyun's face was shrouded in a gloomy look, he raised his hand, pinched her chin, and his thumb forcefully pressed between her lips and teeth, parting her teeth and lower lip flap, not letting her hurt herself.

Song Tiantian was stunned, and actually bit down his finger again......

The man's brows furrowed without leaving a trace, and there was anger in his eyes, but there was also a layer of ...... Helpless.

He was about to wake her up, but Song Tiantian fell into a deep dream, like a ghost pressing the bed, and couldn't get out.

She kept biting his finger like a newborn child biting on a pacifier......

Just when Tang Jingyun felt that her finger might be bitten off by her, she opened her eyes suddenly.

The man's handsome but gloomy face suddenly met her eyes, she was completely stunned, and the strength of biting his fingers gradually relaxed inadvertently......

Tang Jingyun grimaced and pulled his fingers out of her mouth.

The bright red blood ticked the moment his hand was drawn, and fell on the white silk quilt.

Only then did Song Tiantian realize that he had bitten him.

Her body jumped up from the bed as if it had a spring, and she jumped out of bed with some awkward movements, and walked up to him, her face full of anxiety.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you show me your hand!"

Song wanted to grab his hand, but he avoided her quietly.

"Now that you're awake, let's go." He spoke slowly and coldly, instantly cooling Song Tiantian's heart, which was originally covered by him because he saw him.

Song Tiantian didn't know what to say, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him.

"Tang Jingyun, I love you."

She used to think that holding him and talking about love was the most normal thing, but after three years, she didn't know how big a joke it was in his eyes.

"Song Tiantian, what are you playing? Did you stop being a designer and become an actor instead? His words were fluttering, but the irony was heard in Song Tian's ears, and he gave her a head start.

Thinking that he had been fooled by her, he was already a little tired of it, and he pushed away the woman who was clinging to him like a koala.

His actions like this are completely unfamiliar to Song Tiantian.

She looked at him pitifully and whispered aggrievedly, "I have amnesia." ”

Tang Jingyun's back stiffened, and he was about to clean the wound on his hand with a sudden movement.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at her thoughtfully.