Rebirth: A Doted Toy Boy In ‘Another' World

Qiao Mo was still in sleep, but tears dropping from the corners of his eyes.

It didn’t seem like he heard anything from Pei Siran but having a nightmare.

Because he frowned in pain, and his forehead was all sweaty.

Pei Siran calmly wiped the sweat off Qiao Mo’s forehead with his sleeve.

He was used to seeing Qiao Mo having nightmares after Qiao lost his memory.

To be precise, when Qiao Mo was asleep, he would enter his previous life and regain his memories through dreams.

Last time, it took half a month for Qiao Mo to remember Pei Siran.  This time, nobody knew how long it’d take. Qiao Mo already had too many sequelae.

The more memories were erased, the harder it would be to recover.

“It’s fine, I’m here.”

Pei Siran held Qiao Mo in his arms and gently patted his back.

Qiao Mo, who was struggling in his dream, seemed to feel much better when he was hugged. His eyebrows slowly spread and his breathing became steady.

After a while, after confirming that Qiao Mo wouldn’t have nightmares again, Pei Siran entered the bathroom to take a shower.

Standing under the shower, Pei Siran didn’t move at all. He just let cold water soak his hair and body, and his eyes lowered slightly.

He raised his head in pain and held his hand against the wall. His nose was red.

After some time, he stopped standing dumb and quickly finished the shower.

By the time Pei Siran came out of the bathroom, the window was already bright.

Qiao Mo was still breathing steadily, showing no sign of waking up.

Pei Siran came to the bedside, lowered his head and kissed Qiao Mo. He then took a blanket to sleep on the sofa.

However, he just stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling not sleepy at all.

He then turned his eyes to Qiao Mo and quietly stared at him.

Didn’t know how long it took before he turned his eyes off Qiao Mo and closed his eyes.

Yet closing eyes didn’t mean he could fall asleep.

So he got up from the sofa and scratched his hair impatiently.

Finally, he set his eyes on the empty seat beside Qiao Mo.

He walked over without a second thought, lay beside Qiao Mo, hugged him gently and quickly fell into sleep.

The sun shone high in the afternoon. Qiao Mo moved his eyelashes for a few times before squinting.

He felt something warm sticking to his face, feeling drowsy.

Was Jiang Sheng breathing to my face?

Qiao Mo thought to himself.

But then he was stunned because he felt hard to move, as if he had been carried into someone’s arms.

“What a sleeping habit!”

Qiao Mo muttered softly and rubbed his eyes, but he didn’t seem to have noticed any problems.

Probably because Jiang Sheng was the Bottom, he didn’t feel anything wrong with being held by Jiang Sheng.

“I want to go to the bathroom. Can you let me go?”

Qiao Mo rubbed his eyes and pushed the person hugging him. At the time, he didn’t realize that it wasn’t Jiang Sheng but his own husband.

“Jiang Sheng?”

Receving no reaction, Qiao Mo was stunned again.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at the face in front of him.

Suddenly, he froze in Pei Siran’s arms, his eyes widened with his face pale.

He quickly grasped his mouth as if he was afraid that he would wake Pei Siran up if he breathed loudly.

And then came out of Pei Siran’s arms in lose countenance and ran out quickly.

Because of  panic, he slammed into the door and sat down.

Qiao Mo’s face was wrinkled in pain. He covered his forehead and grinned.

“Ah, it hurts!”