Xiao Ruiyuan's arms tightened a few notches, "Dreams are the opposite, don't worry."
"Yeah, I know." Mo Yan picked at her somewhat hot palm, responding somewhat absently.
Xiao Ruiyuan thought his wife was just scared by the nightmare, so he pulled her back down to lie next to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, letting her face him, "Sleep now, your husband will watch over you."
Faced with the man's tenderness and consideration, Mo Yan suddenly felt a bit guilty. She reached out to hug him back, closed her eyes with a light smile, and said, "You sleep with me, and if I have another nightmare, maybe you can show up in the dream and play the hero saving the beauty!"
"Hehe—" Xiao Ruiyuan laughed at his wife's words, kissed her forehead, and said, "Alright! Your husband will enter madam's dreams, cutting down all the villains who hurt you. As a reward, should madam offer herself in return?"