Tyrone looked down and found that it was Nancy's two hands that embraced himself.
He carefully put Nancy's arms back, but happened to face Nancy's face.
She was more like a child when she was asleep with her eyes closed.
At this moment Nancy arched forward again, and embraced him again with both hands.
"Don't hit me. Please don't hit me, you bad guys!" Nancy muttered in her dream.
Tyrone breathed seriously.
Didn't hit her? Tyrone reminded of her family. It would not be unreasonable for such a mother to hit her often.
He patted Nancy's arms to consulate her, only to find that her arms were very thin.
" My face is very itchy." Nancy muttered again, and stretched out a hand to scratch his face, and a bloodstain appeared on her face immediately.
Tyrone frowned and thought she was real
