My Back Table is Actually Gabriel

Satania pinched her waist with one hand and said, "I just had a dream..."

Is it the same dream about children as Liuhua?

Otherwise, I wouldn't stay up in the middle of the night and suddenly run into the living room!

Seeing the stupid little devil looking at him with wide eyes, Hua Ye cooperated, "And then?"

"I forgot." Satania scratched her hair, "I remembered it very clearly just now, but now I can't remember it at all."

"..."

No wonder you suddenly stopped talking, because you couldn't remember what to say!Fish still have a memory of seven seconds, your memory is about the same as that of a fish!

Hua Ye looked disgusted: "Go to sleep if you don't remember."

"Can't sleep." Satania sniffled, and suddenly became teary, and said aggrievedly, "The sheets are wet."

The sheets got wet?

What kind of liquid can a sixteen-year-old girl use to wet the sheets in the middle of the night?

of course……

"Did you wet the bed?"

There was no sweat stain on Satania's forehead, and her eyes were not red and swollen. Obviously neither sweat wet the bed nor tears soaked the sheets. Apart from bedwetting, no other liquid can wet the sheets!

"I didn't wet the bed." Satania puffed up her cheeks and pinched her waist with her hands. "I haven't wet the bed since the fifth grade."

In other words, did you wet the bed all the time until fifth grade?

How dare you speak up about such a shameful black history!Knowing that I have a problem with bedwetting, I use diapers instead!

"Eh?!"

After finishing speaking, the idiot demon suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, opened his eyes wide and looked at Hua Ye, with a faint blush spreading on his cheeks.

Obviously even an idiot knows how to write the word 'shame', but it's a pity that shame is always so slow.

Hua Ye squinted his eyes and said, "Continue to talk about why you wet the sheets."

"Just now I had a dream about the attendant, and I want to get up and share it with the attendant." Satania breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "After I got up, my throat was so uncomfortable..."

In winter, the weather is dry and cold. When waking up, it is easy to have a dry throat and pain. The solution is simple. Prepare a glass of boiled water at the bedside, and take a sip when you feel uncomfortable. Be careful not to drink too much, or your stomach will bloat.

"There is Liuhua's little rabbit water glass on the bedside table. I picked it up and took a sip. My mouth hurts."

That cup is a thermos cup for Liuhua to drink water in the morning, and the temperature is just right for tomorrow morning, so of course it will be hot if you drink it now.

Hua Ye had figured out what liquid had wet the sheets: "Did the water in the cup wet the sheets?"

"I don't want to either." Satania nodded pitifully, "Who knew it would be so hot."

In fact, it’s not as hot as you think, it’s just that the tongue becomes more sensitive after being injured. It’s all your fault for tearing the popsicle!

Eating popsicles in winter is enough, but you still dare to tear your tongue when it’s frozen. If you don’t spend some money on your IQ, your brain will shut down soon!

"Come here." Hua Ye patted the sofa cushion beside him, "Sleep."

"Eh? One, sleep together?"

Satania opened her eyes wide.

What happened to sleeping together?

You can't sleep on wet sheets. If you wake up overnight like that, you will definitely get sick.

Hua Ye said, "You don't need to sleep if you are not sleepy."

"Sleep and sleep." Satania said hastily, "I was already very sleepy just now. If I hadn't dreamed, I would still be asleep."

The little red-haired devil sat next to Hua Ye eagerly, a slight blush rose on his white jade cheeks, obviously a little nervous.

Hua Ye said expressionlessly, "Lie down."

"Oh……"

Satania lay down with a 'plop'.

The night is cold as water.

The cold moonlight came in from the balcony, and a layer of frost and snow fell on the living room.

Hua Ye lifted the quilt and put it on the stupid little devil.

Satania grabbed the quilt with both hands, covered her mouth with the quilt, then turned her head to look at Hua Ye, her wine-red eyes were particularly bright under the moonlight.

"Aide?"

Satania yelled softly.

Hua Ye said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

The idiot blinked, "It's nothing, I just want to shout."

A black line fell from the top of Hua Ye's head: "...sleep."

"Oh."