Junshiling took a deep look at Xia Wanyuan. His eyes were so deep that people could not see what he was thinking.

Xia Wanyuan's face is pale, always indifferent in the past, now slightly frowning, as if there is something in the dream that makes her uneasy.

In her dream, Xia Wanyuan walks alone in the endless darkness. By her ears are the cries of countless soldiers, the exhortations of her young friends, and the crying of her brothers and sisters.

Xia Wanyuan walked alone on this road, only felt between heaven and earth, only a touch of wandering alone figure.

All of a sudden, she felt that there seemed to be sunshine shining on her through the darkness in front of her. In a hazy way, Xia Wanyuan walked towards the place where the sunshine was. She reached out and touched the warmth, as if the warmth could dispel the coldness in her heart.

Xia Wanyuan relies on this warmth, and he sleeps soundly. There is no darkness in his dream.

On the edge of the sofa, Jun Shiling looks at Xia Wanyuan, who is holding his arm tightly.

He just wanted to cover the quilt for Xia Wanyuan, but as soon as he reached over, Xia Wanyuan held his arm. He moved a little, and Xia Wanyuan frowned.

Let a person will vice lie clean up for a while, Xia Wanyuan body is not comfortable, can't sleep with Jun Yin.

Xia Wanyuan is fast asleep. Junshiling holds her all the way to the bedroom. Xia Wanyuan's breathing is very gentle.

Put Xia Wanyuan on the bed carefully. Junshiling is ready to leave. However, Xia Wanyuan seems to rely on him very much. He always holds his arm. If he doesn't wake Xia Wanyuan up, he can't leave at all.

After trying for a while, he couldn't get rid of it. Seeing that Xia Wanyuan was much weaker than usual after he was ill, he held his arm as if he were holding something he depended on. Junshiling felt soft in his heart.

Taking off his shoes, socks and coat, junshiling lies down beside Xia Wanyuan.

Aware of the warm source in his sleep, Xia Wanyuan completely goes to junshiling.

Junshiling's body was stiff, his arms were fragrant, and he also had some milk fragrance from Xu Xiaobao. Xia Wanyuan's hair was soft and smooth.

In the past, he slept with Xiaobao. Xia Wanyuan habitually hugged junshiling like Xiaobao. They were almost intimate.

Junshiling pulled the hair off Xia Wanyuan's face, revealing her nose, long eyelashes like two small fans.

Warm fragrant nephrite in the arms, Jun Shiling feel their empty world, as if Xia Wanyuan filled in the general.

Junshiling lay quietly for a while, and then carefully put his left hand around the back of Xia Wanyuan, and then gently moved to his own direction. Xia Wanyuan was completely in his arms.

Junshiling turned over and faced Xia Wanyuan. He put his right hand behind Xia Wanyuan and patted her gently. Xia Wanyuan's eyebrows slowly became peaceful in the gentle comfort.

The scorching temperature passed between them. Junshiling gently put his chin on Xia Wanyuan's head, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Xiaobao wakes up, as usual, and doesn't find his parents. He thinks junshiling and Xia Wanyuan have got up early and are eating downstairs.

Which thought to turn a big circle downstairs, still did not find Xia Wanyuan figure.