Transmigrated into the Pastoral Scenery

Fear and suffocation came oncoming.

"..." Opening his eyes, the young man sat up sweating, looking around in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Jingwei asked worriedly when he saw such a young man after waking up.

"..." Shen Junxi's panicked face disappeared when he saw his wife sleeping beside him.He raised his sleeve to wipe the thin sweat on his forehead, smiled embarrassedly, and gestured: "I dreamed that you went to a faraway place."

"What distant place?" It turned out that he was having a nightmare, Song Jingwei asked casually.

Shen Junxi shook his head, he only remembered that bad feeling, one moment he was holding his wife's hand, but the next moment, his wife was sucked away by an unknown attraction.I don't know where he went, it seems that he just disappeared into the world without a trace.

"Maybe you've been too tired recently, you can continue to sleep." Song Jing got up slightly and said, "I'm going to see my son."

Shen Junxi nodded, watching him get off the bed beside her, watching his slightly bent back sitting on the bedside due to wearing shoes.Suddenly, he felt that such a scene was very warm and happy, which made him want to keep this scene.

"What's the matter?" Song Jingwei put on his shoes and was about to get up, but the young man's waist was wrapped around his waist from empty to real.

"Happy." Shen Junxi withdrew a hand and stroked his back with his fingers.

"Heh..." Song Jing smiled slightly, and he just sat there without opening the young man's arm.Every time he felt that he couldn't accept a man, Shen Junxi could always touch him easily.

When the young man said he was happy, he was in a good mood.If liking means caring about a person's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys, then even if he and Shen Junxi haven't reached the point of liking, they won't be too far away.