Will he be strangled next like in his dream?
Qian Xing clenched his fists hard and tried his best to control his hands.
Never strangle himself.
This is reality, not a dream.
If you pinch your neck, you won't wake up.
Qian Xing's body was shaking like a sieve.
He didn't know whether it was because of fear in his heart or because he was clenching his hands too hard.
"Hey, sir, since we have all paid homage, shouldn't you stay with me forever?"
The woman in white grabbed Qian Xing's arms and continued to move up.
When her face was facing Qian Xing's, While looking at each other, he spoke softly in that weird voice.
If you didn't know better, you might have thought it was a whisper between lovers.
But it would be great if that was the case.
Qian Xing was so frightened that he closed his eyes.
He seemed to clearly hear his own heartbeat in the noisy rain, which was beating nearly twice as fast as usual.
"Someone come and save me."
Qian Xing prayed silently in his heart, but this was not filming a movie.
There would be no such coincidence, nor would a master like Lin Zhengying appear at the right time.
But Qian Xing did not despair.
His mind was filled with the idea that he must live.
Yes, he still wants to live to marry his beloved girl.
He doesn't want her to spend every day sighing.
He doesn't want her to be unhappy because of his death.
Suddenly, Qian Xing opened his eyes and stared at the woman in white who was crawling on him.
"Hey, are you finally willing to look at me?
Am I very beautiful?"
The woman in white smiled and said to Qian Xing in that weird voice.
After Qian Xing listened to the words of the woman in white, he simply closed his eyes again.
He wanted to push the woman in white away from him, but he did not dare to relax his hands.
He was afraid that once he relaxed his hands, , his hands will involuntarily pinch his neck.
The scene in the dream still echoed in Qian Xing's mind.
"Hey, it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time."
The woman in white smiled, stuck out her tongue, and licked Qian Xing's face.
It felt like she had encountered something delicious.
First of all, Savor the taste.
Although the rain was also cold, Qian Xing felt another unusual feeling on his face, which made him very uncomfortable.
Driven by curiosity, Qian Xing squinted his eyes to see the situation.
Seeing that it didn't matter, he relaxed his hands and tried to push away the woman in white, because Qian Xing felt so disgusting.
The moment Qian Xing relaxed his hands, he felt that his hands were no longer under his control, and were actually moving little by little towards his neck.
Seeing this scene, Qian Xing couldn't care less about the woman in white clothes crawling on him.
He stared at his hands in disbelief with his eyes wide open.
He didn't understand what was going on.
This was obviously not a dream.
If it wasn't a dream, why would the scene in the dream come true in reality?
This was something he couldn't figure out, and he didn't have time to figure it out.
Because he started to feel a little bit suffocated.
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He breathed in the air with a little rain.
He felt that if he didn't take a few more breaths, he would have no chance.
For some reason, Qian Xing felt that his life would be decided here today.
The suffocation feeling became more and more serious.
Qian Xing could no longer breathe.
His face had begun to turn red from the suffocation, and the veins on his forehead were beating very high.
Soon, the red face turned black and purple again, and Qian Xing could no longer hold on.
Qian Xing didn't know where the strength came from.
He sat up suddenly and the strong feeling of suffocation gradually disappeared.
Qian Xing gasped for air.
Qian Xing frowned: "Hey, what's going on?
Why am I in the house?
I wasn't just now."
"Oh, it turned out to be another dream.
What happened tonight?
Why can I still dream in the dream?
Or am I still dreaming now?
In fact, I am asleep?"
Qian Xing said to himself, raising his head at the same time.
He took his hand and wiped it on his forehead, feeling relieved.
click A thunder suddenly exploded, and Qian Xing was suddenly startled: It seemed that this was what he had been doing in his dream just now.
He suddenly woke up, and then a cold sweat appeared on his face.
A thunder exploded, and he remembered that the window was not closed, so he went to the corridor to close it.
Then he saw the woman in white standing alone in the yard.
He was afraid that she would get sick from the rain, so he went out.
After going down, the woman in white ignored him, and finally talked about whether he believed there were ghosts in the world.
Entered the house.
As he thought about it, Qian Xing couldn't help but tremble, because he remembered that the window was indeed not closed.
After hesitating for a moment, Qianxian decided to get up and close the windows.
Otherwise, when relatives and friends come to visit the new home tomorrow, it would be embarrassing to see water all over the floor.
Qian Xing opened the door quietly and looked at the window that was not closed in his dream.
Sure enough, the window was opened wide, and the wall was constantly being slapped by the strong wind.
The glass above was trembling slightly, as if it would break at any time.
Qianxing took a breath of cold air and glanced at both sides of the corridor.
After making sure there was nothing, he ran towards the window as fast as possible.
Wow The downpour fell instantly, and accompanied by strong winds, rushed into the corridor.
Qian Xing secretly thought it was bad and ran quickly towards the window.
The rain was really heavy.
When Qian Xing closed the window, he was already soaked to the skin.
He looked down at his clothes and shook his head helplessly.
This scene seems different from the dream.
In this case, it may mean that what Qian Xing had before was just a dream and has nothing to do with reality.
Qian Xing glanced at the floor in the corridor a few more times.
It was wet, but at this moment he may have suddenly relaxed.
Instead of cleaning up the water stains directly, he lazily walked back to the bedroom.
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The moment he left, he remembered the scene in his dream of the woman in white standing in the yard, and subconsciously looked out the window.
The rain was flowing down the window, seemingly blocking everything, but there seemed to be a vague white thing in the yard, which made Qian Xing's heart suddenly lift.
He stopped and subconsciously stretched his hand towards the window: