"Just a dream, don't be scared." The man's eyes squinted slightly.
He naturally knew who the little lady was referring to.
Ou Xiaohan!
Lan Xin Ai didn't speak; she suddenly thought of what Lan Ruowei had said.
"Be good, go to sleep." Xi Yemo gently patted her back, but as soon as Lan Xin Ai closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the image of a boy coughing up a lot of blood.
Lan Xin Ai turned over, poured a large glass of water, gulped down most of it, and then felt a bit better.
At this moment, she had no desire to sleep at all.
Xi Yemo stood up and walked over to her, holding her in his arms, "Wife, what are you thinking about."
"I..."
She couldn't say anything when the words reached her mouth.
"Don't think about anything." The man didn't ask further, holding her in his arms and sitting on the sofa until dawn.
The man looked down at the little lady, noticing her eyes squinting, and carried her to the bed.
"Sleep."
Lan Xin Ai slowly closed her eyes.
