"wrong."

Yu Anan only remembered that the pair of demons were still angry with him the moment before. How did Ling Jue appear in front of him at this moment?

Thinking of this, she quickly got up and looked at him, urging anxiously: "Go away, Ling Jue, let's leave quickly, it's too dangerous here."

Although he can speak his mouth and see his eyes, Yu Anan still hasn't woken up from that terrifying state.

Not to mention that the environment they are in at this moment is the bedroom of the couple's own home.

Ling Jue felt the panic in her heart, hurriedly reached out to hug her tightly, and gently patted her with her big hand on her back.

Awkward comfort: "Don't be afraid of An An, this is our home, there is no danger."

"Our home?"

Yu Anan looked up from her husband's arms again and looked at the environment in front of him carefully.

The familiar and unfamiliar gauze tents, the beautiful red double-hee, and the furniture they bought before their marriage.

She stood in his arms and murmured: "I... am I dreaming?"

Ling Jue was slightly stunned when he heard her murmur.

Then he hugged her a little tightly and comforted her warmly: "No, this is not a dream, this is our home."

When he spoke, he felt heartbroken and a deep joy.

Ling Jue gently comforted him: "Don't worry, we are all very well now, there will be no danger."

While comforting her, he patted her delicate back with his big hands.

One by one, the shots were very rhythmic.

Yu Anan listened to her husband's words, looked at the increasingly familiar environment in front of her, and the husband who had not changed at all in her memory.

Her panic-hearted gradually calmed down.

Her head was buried in her husband's arms, and she listened to his powerful heartbeat, tears burst out.

But she stubbornly held back and didn't let herself cry.

Looking at the woman in her arms, Ling Jue's eyes were filled with care and his murderous intent was hidden very deeply.

In his mind, he saw her before his death flashed, and he wanted to destroy all the bastards who turned her into that.

But at this moment, the beautiful wife is in her arms, and the man hides this murderous intent very deeply.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that only the woman's sobbing and the man's rhythmic gentle caressing.

He also comforted him more and more skillfully: "An An is not afraid, are you having a nightmare?"

"No, that's not a dream."

Yu Anan retorted reflexively, but when she said that, she was stunned again.

What is it if it is not a dream? How can she explain this to him?

Tell him everything he has experienced?

"What's the matter?"

Seeing his wife's reaction, Ling Jue knew what she really wanted to say.

"without."

Yu Anan quickly shook his head, lay back in his arms, and whispered: "Ling Jue."

"Um?"

Ling Jue looked at her behavior and felt ache in her heart, "It's me."

"Can you hold it tighter?"

Yu Anan asked carefully, "I...I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's a dream now."

She wrapped her arms tightly around her husband, afraid that he would turn into air, and suddenly disappeared from her side, and her voice was trembling.

Ling Jue didn't say anything, but just tightened her arms a little, giving her a sense of security.

"Thanks!"

Her muffled voice came from his arms.

"fool."

Listening to her thanks, Ling Jue burst into laughter, "I am your husband, so I should give you everything, including a sense of security."

And his life.

But he didn't say the last sentence.

Yu Anan: "..." My heart is so warm, really so warm.

His head hunched into his arms greedily, and his originally stiff and defensive body slowly relaxed.

A gentle sound came from the nasal cavity: "Yes."

Feeling the dependence and relaxation of his wife in his arms, Ling Jue's heart was trembling.
Chapter completed!