Chapter 193 - 193 Sleepy Brain

When morning sweep in;

"I love you."

I feel familiar lush lips brush over mine as I come round, and I open my eyes to Feng Teng stunning face suspended above me.

"Wake up my beautiful girl." He says.

I raise my arms over my head and stretch.

Oh, that feels good. I blink up at him and note he's dressed.

My sleepy brain quickly registers that with he dressed up already, there is no danger of being running three miles again.

YAY

"What time is it?" I croak.

"Don't worry, it's only six thirty. And I've got a few early meetings at my office but I have to see you before I go." He leans down and kisses me, and I get a taste of his minty breath.

A meetings? Hmm, what kind of meeting in this early dawn? I snap a lid on those thoughts immediately. It's too early and anyway, if it is six thirty, then it really does mean it's too late for a fourteen mile trip around the city , so I couldn't care less what kind of meeting he could be.

"Hmm. My eyes don't have to be open for you to see me then," I complain, as I reach around his back and pull him down.

Mhmm. He smells yummy.

"Come and have breakfast with me." He pulls me up from the bed, and I wrap my n.a.k.e.d body around him in my usual chimp-ish fashion.

"You're creasing me," he says with zero concern, carrying me out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

"Put me down then." I bite back.

I know he won't.

"Never," He says.

I smile smugly as I absorb him in all of his freshwater loveliness.

"Hm. You can still come to lunch." I say.

"I'm sorry. Still, I really needed to see you before I go." He smiles.

I stiffen instantly at his words.

Shit! I had forgotten about his midnight meltdown. Well, not forgotten, it just hadn't bloomed in my morning brain yet.

"What's wrong?" He's sensed my sudden tenseness.

Then he places me on the cool marble, but it doesn't shock me like it did the other morning.

I'm too busy searching my brain for the best way to approach this.

"You seem got a bad dream last night," I inform his concerned face.

"Uh? I did?" His brow furrows, and I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

"Don't tell me that you don't remember?" I ask tentatively.

"Yes, I don't," he says on a shrug.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He leaves me on the counter and goes to the fridge.

"Sandwich, English bread, or bao?" He asks.

Huh? Does he just ignore it? Is that it?

"You said last night that you need me." I throw it in the air and hope he catches it.

But he doesn't. He lets it drop straight to the floor and tramples all over it.

"And? I say that when I'm awake too." He doesn't even turn away from the fridge.

"Hmm. You said you were sorry too." I place my hands under my thighs.

He turns around from the fridge.

"Babe. I've said that when I'm awake too." He repeated.

This is true, he's said it all when he's awake, but he was in such a state.

He smiles.

"Babe, I was probably having a bad dream which I don't remember once I awake,"  He turns back to the fridge.

"But you state were just a bit frantic, and I was worried for you," I say timidly.

It wasn't normal.

He shuts the fridge door, harder than is really necessary, and I immediately regret bringing this up.

I'm not scared of him as I've seen him go off at the deep end plenty of times, but the way he is holding himself is making me wary. I don't want to start afresh day on a quarrel.

It was just sleep talk, after all.

He wanders over to me chewing his bottom lip, and I watch him with caution.

When he reaches me, he muscles between my legs and takes my hands out from under my thighs, holding them between us and stroking the tops with his thumbs.

"Stop worrying about what I say in my sleep. I didn't say that I don't love you right?" he asks softly.

I feel my brow knit.

"Emm. No." I blurt.

His eyes twinkle as one side of his mouth tips upwards at the corner.

"So it's not a matter and you don't have to worry okay?" He plants a kiss on my forehead.

I pull away from his lips.

Yes, actually, it does matter.

But he's doing it again. I can tell that's he's evading from being question.

"Hmm. That wasn't normal. And I'm getting pissed off hearing that kind of tone from you,"  I scowl, real hard, and he recoils in shock, his mouth gaping slightly, but I don't give him a chance to come back at me.

"You either be honest with me, or I'm gone." I threatened him since he gives me no chance.

His gaping mouth shuts, but he still doesn't speak. I know I've shocked him.

I raise c.o.c.ky eyebrows at him.

"What's now?" I ask.

"You promised me that you'd never leave me ever again," he says quietly.

"Fine. Let me rephrase that. I won't leave you if you start answering me when I ask you something. How about that?" I ask as I watch his eyes.

He's chewing his lip and staring at me, but I don't look away. I maintain the eye contact and keep a deadly serious face.

His thumb strokes become firmer.

"Babe, I think it's not important." He evading again.

I laugh in disbelieve and make to move, but he moves in closer, hampering my attempts to get myself down from the counter.

"If you still wary at me and not open for me, then I'll walk away," I have to do this so there's won't be any wary between us.

"Hmm. I'm sorry. I… I've dreamt you were leaving," He fires the words out quickly, almost panicky.

I stop with my struggle to free myself.

"Huh? What?" I shock.

"I dreamt when I woke up, I couldn't find you and you were gone." He repeats.

"I've gone where?" I blurt out.

"How could I knew that?" He releases his grip of me and his hands plunge straight into his hair.

"It's just I couldn't find you, searching for you anywhere but I couldn't find you." He sigh.

"So you dreamt that I left you?"

His frown line is fierce.

"Yeah and I don't know where you went. You're just gone like that and no traces left behind and I went almost crazy. Seem like all my world were collapse and crushed." He says timidly.

"Oh." I don't know what else to say then.

It was just a dream, a real bad dreams for him.

Now he doesn't even dare to look at me.

As he just told me that he got himself in that state over me where I was leaving him?

"I know it wasn't a nice dream, but that's all just a dream. When I woke up this morning and I saw you beside me then I relief." He's embarrassed, and I suddenly feel a little guilty.

This is a serious situation.

"Now listen to me, I'm not going leaving you. You need to trust me so you won't get that bad dreams again. Okay?" I try to reassure him.

"That's why you must always be honest with me everything part of your life  so I don't have to torture to information out of you. It's exhausting, Feng Teng," I affirm.

"Babe, I'm sorry." He was guilty.

When I see his face, automatically I reach forward and pull him back between my thighs.

This is one of those moments, where I'm the strong one. They are becoming more frequent as I'm working out him. He might look tough outside but inside very fragile and insecure.