บท 781: Mu Yichen's Savage Sleeping Posture

At dawn of the next day.

Youyou's sleep was shrouded in nightmares, and beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.

In his dreams, he was sandwiched by two gigantic walls; he felt heavily oppressed to the point of suffocation.

He tried running for his life desperately, but his efforts were in vain. Gasping for breath, he was about to be crushed by the two looming walls when he woke up with a jolt.

Waking up from his sleep, he felt unusually squashed.

He struggled to keep his eyelids open, looked up, and, with a start, saw his mother's sleeping profile beside him.

He moved to get up from bed, but when he flipped over, his father's handsome profile loomed before his face.

Mu Yazhe!

What is he doing here?

How did he manage to squeeze in?!

Anger rose from his heart. He strove to sit up, but something was pressing heavily on him.