The table was covered with a heat preservation cover,

It looks like no one has touched it.

Aunt Li got off work, and Chen Jing didn't come to eat either.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan went to the bedroom to see his sister without even changing his clothes.

He gently opened the door a crack.

I saw that Chen Jing's bedside lamp was on, and the light was adjusted to a soft, dim yellow.

Chen Jing was sleeping with sweat all over her forehead.

His eyes were moving around and he was sleeping very unsteadily.

Chen Fan thought he was having a nightmare.

I was hesitating whether to wake her up.

Chen Jing just shouted "No!"

I woke up suddenly.

I caught a glimpse of a figure at the crack of the door.

Chen Jing was startled again and screamed.

Chen Fan, who was about to push the door open, was startled.

A word of "Fuck"

blurt out.

"What are you doing? You scared me to death!"

Seeing that the person who came in was Chen Fan, Chen Jing frowned and scolded angrily.

Chen Fan was yelled at for no reason and felt very aggrieved.

He is quite tall, but looks pitiful.

"As soon as I came back and saw you weren't there, I was about to come in to see you, but you scolded me!"

Chen Jing reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The scene in her dream seemed to have just happened.

It wasn't until Chen Fan reached out and pinched Chen Jing's face that she came to her senses.

"I'm sorry, brother. I was just dreaming."

Chen Fan collapsed on the bed, supporting his head with one hand.

"I noticed it. When I first came in, the sweat on your forehead was shining. What did you dream about? Tell me."

Chen Fan joked, ready to listen to the dream.