"What do you mean you are her, she is you?"
Although it was just a dream, Ruan Jiaojiao also didn't know how to express it, always feeling a bit uneasy.
Especially that familiar back figure, she felt she had seen it somewhere, but couldn't quite recall.
At this thought, she couldn't help but want to lift her head and knock on her own brain, but as she moved her hand, it pulled on the wound, making her hiss in pain.
"Don't move." Duan Xi pressed down her hand, not understanding the tone, but there was a storm in his eyes.
Ever since Ruan Jiaojiao survived her last deadly ordeal, she had rarely been injured, and the scars left on her body had disappeared thanks to Qin Qiong's remedies.
But even so, Duan Xi couldn't bear to see any harm on her body, especially wounds like today's, which made him violently want to destroy anything that hurt her.
Ruan Jiaojiao was afraid of pain and immediately settled down obediently.
