Gu Xijiu was stunned for a moment, her eyes rolling under her eyelids, as if she was looking for the speaker in her nightmare.
She slowly raised her hand, as if she wanted to grab something, but resisted.
Di Fuyi raised his hand to hold hers.
She froze and intertwined her fingers with him out of habit.
This gesture was the most familiar to the two of them.
It was almost a habit.
The moment they held each other's hands, his heart felt as if he was drowning, and he was in a trance for a moment.
The fingers are habitually intertwined, and the thumbs are close to each other, like mandarin ducks lying with their necks crossed.
She said that his thoughts were too deep, and only by holding her in this way could she understand his thoughts, understand his attachment to her, and make her feel safe.
So the two of them held each other like this habitually, and they held each other like this for eight years.
Over the years, he and she have gone through countless hardships and have a spiritual connection with each other.
Many times, without words or gestures, they can understand each other's thoughts by just holding each other's hands like this for a moment.
Eight years was only a brief moment in his long life, but it was the most exciting and most personal eight years of his life.
It seemed that all the passion of his life was released in these eight years.
Now that he is holding her like this, can he make her no longer frightened and afraid in the dream?
Can he pull her out of the quagmire of nightmares?
What he didn't expect was that after holding their hands like this for only a few seconds, she pulled her hand back as if it was hot.
She pumped fast and urgently, as if if she was delayed for even a moment, she would be killed completely by the other party.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the empty palm for a moment, then returned his gaze to her pretty face.
She still closed her eyes tightly, her eyes moving frequently under her eyelids, as if she was trying her best to wake up but couldn't.
Her lips were pursed tightly, as if she was afraid of something, but she was holding on to stay strong.
She was in a nightmare.
If she was just singing in a dream, it would relieve the pain in her chest, but falling into a nightmare would be harmful to her body.
He raised his hand to eliminate the drowsy spell on her body, hoping to wake her up.
But she fell into a deep sleep this time.
He called her several times, but she made no intention of waking up.
Instead, she shrank her body tighter and tighter like a clam shell.
He frowned.
This was not the first time this situation had occurred.
After the last time it appeared, she fell into a nightmare and almost couldn't get out.
It was just an ordinary drunkenness, how could she be like this?
Di Fuyi ignored her struggles and simply pulled her to sit up.
He stopped giving her the sobering soup and forced her down in front of him, using his spiritual power to dissolve the alcohol in her body.
Although this method consumes a lot of spiritual power, it is also the most effective and fastest.
As long as she cooperates for two or three minutes, it can help her completely eliminate her drunkenness.
But Gu Xijiu seemed to be frightened, struggling desperately to resist under his palm.
Her fierce reaction shocked Di Fuyi.
He quickly let go of his hand and lay down again.
She stopped singing.
She just froze.
A sharp sword appeared in her palm and was guarded on her chest.
As guarded as a hedgehog Di Fuyi: ""
He seemed to suddenly think of something, and clenched his fingers tightly He was negligent Her soul had just entered this body and had not yet been completely integrated.
In addition, he had used magic on her original body.
If she wanted to fully integrate with this body, she would need to give up drinking completely: