Qiao Yutong's face was pale, her forehead dotted with sweat as large as beans, her body continuously twisting back and forth in Song Xiaodong's arms.
Song Xiaodong held Qiao Yutong close, gently patting one of her arms as if soothing a sleeping baby.
"It's getting late, don't you have evening self-study? I'll find someone to send you back." Song Xiaodong said to Lu Yaobing.
"Okay." Lu Yaobing's eyes seemed a bit dim.
Song Xiaodong then called the Su Family to send a car to take Lu Yaobing back to school.
He himself sat on the sofa, continuing to provide a lap pillow service for Qiao Yutong.
The dreams that Qiao Yutong had became increasingly frightening, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, so Song Xiaodong held her tighter.
"No! No!"
Qiao Yutong struggled and cried, tears streaming as she shouted louder and louder, ultimately waking herself up.
"Xiaodong!"
Seeing Song Xiaodong's face, Qiao Yutong finally felt secure and reached out her arms for a hug.
