The Woman in the Dream (1)

The tip of the little girl's nose was slightly red, and her red lips curled up slightly.

He moved his fingers towards Yang Dianfeng's chest.

I couldn't tell whether I was dreaming or awake.

The little girl's eyes were half-closed with drowsiness, as if she was not sleeping well.

A small head poked out from his arms, stretched out her straight arm, and hooked it around his neck. Her small face followed his warm cheek and pressed against it.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a comfortable sigh before falling asleep again.

That night, Yang Dianfeng felt like he was being pressed down by something heavy.

It pressed down on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

His neck felt like it was being strangled, making it difficult for him to breathe.

What was even more despairing was that he seemed to be in a dire situation.