Let go of that white moonlight

Jiang Minghao growled these words, and when he suppressed to the extreme, he could show extreme anger, as if in his dream, he was confronting his enemy and was in a life-and-death situation.

While roaring, Jiang Minghao's arm suddenly pushed out, and An Xin hit the spot on his palm. Then, he was pushed out by force, and almost fell under the bed in an upside-down posture. Fortunately, He narrowly managed to stabilize his figure in time, otherwise, the injured right arm would have to be injured more and more, and it would be disabled for several months.

However, An Xin was steady. The desk lamp on the bedside table was not so lucky. The area around the pillow that he dragged out was thrown onto the ground, and there was a crisp sound, which was particularly discernible in the silent night. Spend.

Aunt Jiang, who was sleeping in the master bedroom, was awakened by the movement here, and hurried over, turned on the light and saw the mess all over the floor, and was shocked for a moment.

"What's the matter? You don't know how to fight, do you?" But looking again, the person lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed was covered in cold sweat, and his entire comatose Virtue, he didn't look like he could start a fight. I was so frightened that my heart beat out of rhythm.

"Haohao, what's the matter?" Aunt Jiang walked quickly to the bed, and habitually touched Jiang Minghao's forehead, not forgetting to take care of An Xin, "An Xin, are you okay?"

"No... Aunt Jiang, Jiang Minghao suddenly became like this. He was sweating all over and couldn't wake up. He seemed to be having a nightmare. When I approached him, he pushed me... Sigh, Aunt Jiang, be careful!" Talking about the situation, Jiang Minghao's hand moved again, obviously trying to push Aunt Jiang away who was touching him, so he quickly reminded him.

When Aunt Jiang heard An Xin's reminder, she subconsciously dodged back, but her speed was not fast enough, she was pushed by Jiang Minghao, she sat down on the ground, and yelled "Ouch".

An Xin quickly ran over to help him up, and neither of them touched Jiang Minghao rashly, "Aunt Jiang, why don't you call an ambulance, don't be in an emergency..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Minghao on the bed gasped with a "huh", the voice was so heavy that his throat could be torn, An Xin couldn't help but feel pain for him, and then sat upright. When he got up, his eyes, which had been closed tightly, opened suddenly.

"Haohao? Are you okay?" Aunt Jiang was so anxious that her face turned pale, she subconsciously took two steps forward, and An Xin stayed by her side.

As soon as he got close, An Xin could see that Jiang Minghao's slightly widened eyes were covered with thin bloodshot eyes. It looked a little scary, but Jiang Xueba's appearance was inexplicably distressing.

"Jiang Minghao, did you have a nightmare? You're awake now, you're fine..." An Xin deliberately lowered her voice, it sounded very soft, with a hint of glutinous taste, which finally made Jiang Minghao feel a little better. Responding, his originally somewhat empty gaze finally followed the sound, looked at An Xin, and restored the proper focus.

"I... had a nightmare?" His tone was full of uncertainty and exhaustion, and looking at his appearance soaked in cold sweat, he was probably in a state of embarrassment that Xueba had never experienced.

Aunt Jiang was relieved when she saw that Jiang Minghao finally regained her composure, and took Jiang Minghao's hand, "Haohao, tell aunt honestly, what's wrong with your body? Don't hold back, let's go to the hospital now, okay?" good?"

"I'm fine... Auntie, I just had a nightmare and was trapped by the nightmare..." But now he couldn't remember the content of that nightmare at all, which made him frown unconsciously, Always feel that something is wrong.

Jiang Minghao was still in a trance, but he insisted not to go to the hospital. He asked An Xin to send his aunt back to the master bedroom to rest, while he went into the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, whose hair was almost drenched in cold sweat and his face was extremely pale, his chest surged. With an inexplicable anger, he grasped the edge of the sink with both hands, so hard that his knuckles were squeezed and cracked, but he didn't feel it.

He didn't know where the irritability in his heart came from, he just felt that the uncontrollable anger was almost burning his heart, and he almost couldn't control it and wanted to run wild.

"Knock, knock." Two soft knocks on the door sounded, but it effectively softened the tight string in Jiang Minghao's heart without warning, and his mood gradually calmed down. However, the cold sweat on his body became more profuse. up a layer.

"Xueba, are you alright?" An Xin asked cautiously, tilting her head slightly, listening carefully to the movement in the bathroom.

"I'm fine." Jiang Minghao finally calmed down, washed his face with cold water, and opened the bathroom door.

"Sorry to scare you."

"It doesn't matter, I'm already scared, that... do you want to change clothes? You're soaked in cold sweat..."

"I'm going home to sleep, you should go to bed early." Jiang Minghao only felt that his body was extremely exhausted now, and he just wanted to sleep deeply. Unexpectedly, his words attracted quite a big reaction from An Xin.

"No! I don't worry about you staying alone now. What if you have nightmares again? Well, I'll go to accompany you too. Don't worry, I won't sleep on your bed, I'll sleep on the sofa!"

Jiang Minghao: "..."

Jiang Minghao only felt that it was no big deal for two boys to share the same bed, why did An Xin care so much?