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Claudia took a bath and came out. Rowan was already asleep.

She went to see the meat and just uncovered the quilt before lying down, she heard Rowan‘s restless gibberish： "No, no, don‘t jump..."

"Rowan? Rowan?" Claudia hurriedly pushed him and woke him up.

With an alarm, Rowan suddenly opened his eyes.

She took his hand, caressed his sweaty forehead and asked softly, "What‘s wrong with you? Rowan, what did you dream about?"

Rowan gasped and took a long time to recognize that the person in front of him was Claudia.

Half sitting up and leaning against the head of the bed, he kneaded his eyebrows and said softly, "Nothing."

"Nothing? What do you mean nothing?" Claudia was obviously dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude and noticed that her tone might be a little bad.

Soft voice, she leaned against his chest, "you have a nightmare, haven‘t you? What kind of nightmare? If you say it, it may be better."

Rowan bowed her head and curled her hair in a trance. For a long time, her hand fell on her back and caressed her.

"It‘s okay. It‘s not an important dream."

"Really?" She looked up, still worried, "but you scared me just now. I have never seen you like that."

"It‘s really okay." He bowed his head and kissed her lips. He gently pushed her off the ground. "I‘ll wash my face and you go to sleep first."

Barefoot went into the bathroom, closed the door, and Rowan stood in front of the sink.

The man in the mirror was pale, his eyelids were blue and black, and his eyes were bloodshot.

No wonder she is not at ease.

Sucked up cold water and threw himself on his face, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

I haven‘t had that nightmare for a long time.

At one time, he fantasized that it would end here.

Unfortunately, I still can‘t.

The body also sweated, a thin layer, sticky and uncomfortable.

He simply took off his clothes, opened a shower head and took a shower.

When it was over, Claudia immediately set up his upper body and looked at him.

Rowan wiped her hair and twisted her eyebrows slightly. "Why haven‘t you slept yet?"

She patted the pillow beside her and tilted her head and said, "Can‘t you sleep without you?"

Throwing away the towel in his hand, he walked to the bed and bent over to hold her lower jaw. "Not not to touch you."

"Tut! Is that all Mr. Rowan thinks about all day?" After knocking out his hand, she took his arm and pulled him to bed. "What are you thinking when you sleep under the quilt?"

The two men lay side by side. Claudia got into his arms and hugged his lean waist tightly.

Rowan encircled her and tapped her hand on her back as if to coax a child to sleep.

Claudia soon fell asleep, smell that smell on him and feel the temperature in his arms.

After yawning, she endured her last tiredness and said in a confused way, "Go to sleep quickly, I am here."

Hearing this, he bowed his head and kissed her hair, and heard the long breathing of the person in his arms.

She fell asleep.

However, he was not sleepy.

Looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, he did not dare to slack off for a moment.

Because as long as you close your eyes, you will see a cruel scene.

The mother in the deep memory was his softest existence.

Claudia was lying on the pillow with light hands and feet. He tucked her in carefully and picked up his cell phone and went to the outside room.

In front of the floor－to－ceiling window, I hesitated for half a ring and finally dialed the number in my hand.

A little while later, someone picked it up over there.

Lang Lang‘s female voice was melodious, "Brother."

Rowan‘s mouth slowly evoked and asked, "Have you been disturbed?"

"No, wait a minute, brother, I‘ll find a quiet place."

I heard the sound of opening and closing the door over there, and then it quieted down all around.

The female voice came again： "All right, brother, what can I do for you?"

"Well, how is aunt? What about uncle? Are they all right?"

"Well, why not? My father took my mother on a trip everywhere again, leaving me alone in country m." The female voice was full of discontented complaints.

Rowan chuckled and asked, "What about you? How is your study going?"

Mention this, the girl sighed, "I‘m exhausted, but I‘m almost ready. Next week‘s doctoral thesis defense, should be no problem. Huh?"