Chapter 55: You shut up for me (5)

In these years, in his dreams, he did not know how many times such scenes appeared, or only in the dream, he dare to think that she came to him.
He did not dare to move, fearing to move, the dreamy soft body and familiar body scent were like countless times before, turning into a cloudless disappearance without a trace.
He kept a posture and slumbered for a long time. The scene in his dream suddenly became realistic because the girl in his arms moved.
I don’t know if it’s because she’s cold, looking for warmth, or because her posture is uncomfortable, she rolls over from time to time.
Her tossing and turning moves her closer and closer to him. In the end, her body was tightly attached to him, and even her hand was wrapped around his waist.
In the air, her body fragrance was more intense, and her face happened to face his neck. She breathed lightly and sprayed continuously on his skin, giving him a burst of irritating stimulation, making him In the dream, the body reacted uncontrollably.
She was still turning her body from time to time, and her body kept rubbing against his body, prompting the fire that was burning in his body unknown when he was burning more and more, and he slept sleepily, feeling clearly By the time his body temperature faded, it rose again.
His breathing became a little quick, and even her heartbeat was out of control, but she was still moving endlessly. He turned instinctively, hugged her, and trapped her firmly in her arms.
Such a sleeping position was too ambiguous, her back was close to his chest, and her buttocks just pressed against his abdomen. Such intimate contact made his body react more and more strongly.
In these long years apart from her, in the deep night, he was not dreaming of similar dreams, but every time he felt the most extreme, when he leaned down and kissed, he kissed a void of air .
Although he was unbearable at the moment, he wanted her dream to stay longer and stay with him for a while, so he tightened his body and forced himself not to move.
Even in a dream, he could clearly feel a heavy sadness sweeping himself. Only by doing this way of dreaming can he be close to him, knowing that the dream will eventually wake up, and the dream will be extremely cruel at all times. Beauty, when you wake up, you have as much loss and pain as you can, but he has no choice but to have such a dream. He is so sad.
I don’t know if he’s holding her in a wrong posture, she is uncomfortable in the dream, and she struggles gently. Her movement almost made him roll over and press her under him, he closed his arms. Her arm pressed her face to her ear, and muttered in a vague voice: "Don't move, move again, I can't guarantee your safety."
She really didn't move.
Because of the force of his arm, he and her body were tighter, and with a thin shirt, he could clearly feel her soft curve and smooth skin.