Mi Jing just woke up from a nightmare, still shaken. Suddenly, she felt the bed sink nearby. Next, she fell into the embrace of a familiar figure, her waist wrapped by strong, muscular arms. His gentle voice flowed into her ears, calming her slightly.
Still scared, Mi Jing raised her head in a fluster, anxiety flickering in her eyes as she stared blankly at the enlarged handsome face in front of her and mumbled, "My face?"
"It's okay, your face is fine, it healed a long time ago." Shen Lingxing gently patted Mi Jing's back, comforting her softly, "Honey, did you have a nightmare?"
Nightmare?
Listening to Shen Lingxing's question, Mi Jing fully came back to her senses. But the nightmare just now was too real and too terrifying, causing her to still feel a lingering fear.
