After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Perhaps I have become accustomed to it. Every time I open my eyes after a deep sleep, I can see Morax's face.

Yuan Zhuoyue inexplicably felt that his heart was empty at this moment, and an indescribable confusion and loneliness quietly climbed up to him.

Like tentacles and vines, it pulled at the heart inside her chest, filling her chest and making her feel indescribable discomfort at this moment.

The panic from the nightmare had not yet completely dissipated. The two different feelings intertwined together, making Yuan Zhuoyue feel a little uneasy.

She couldn't even remember what kind of horrific scene had appeared in the dream that had made her feel confused and even a little scared.

But that inexplicable feeling, with its indescribable loneliness, made her feel uneasy.

I couldn't help but tremble and wanted to cry.

Yuan Zhuoyue closed his eyes, raised his hands to cover his eyebrows, buried his face in his palms, and did not move for a long time.

Until she felt Morax's presence.

A familiar breath approached her and enveloped her. It was Morax who gently draped the clothes stained with his body temperature over her shoulders.

Then he held her in his arms, raised his hand and stroked her back, gently comforting her again and again.

Until Yuan Zhuoyue, the emotions that had suddenly gotten out of control due to the nightmare returned to calm again.

Seeing that Yuan Zhuoyue's condition had stabilized, Morax stopped his soothing actions.

After keeping some distance, he sat down next to Yuan Zhuoyue and gently held her hand.

With their fingers interlocked, they used this temporary bridge to slowly sort out the power in Yuan Zhuoyue's body that had been stirred up by the sudden excitement.

Then, looking straight into her eyes, he asked softly and gently, "...What happened? I sensed you were quite frightened just now."

Yuan Zhuoyue did not answer immediately, but just stared at Morax, his eyes that seemed to be filled with warmth, as gorgeous as warm gemstones, in silence.

She was in a trance for a moment, as if those bright eyes were filled with indifference and coldness...

After a moment, Yuan Zhuoyue closed his eyes again, frowned slightly, and raised his hand to gently stroke his face.

It seemed as if he wanted to smooth out his frown, as if he wanted to calm the waves in his heart.

The first thing that came out of her mouth was a long, ambiguous sigh after taking a deep breath.

She said in a slightly dull tone, "...It's nothing, just a bad dream."

Morax did not ask what Yuan Zhuoyue dreamed about.

Because in the past, when Morax was guarding Yuan Zhuoyue, he often encountered her being awakened by nightmares.

When he has lost his rationality and his mind is filled with brutality and bloodlust, Yuan Zhuoyue will scream and shout, and behave like a wild beast out of control.

In relatively stable situations, Yuan Zhuoyue was in a state of confused thinking and out of control emotions. She would hug him and sob softly, and describe her pain and sorrow in a confused manner.

It seemed that the pain she endured would slowly flow out of her body along the cut.

In most cases, she remained silent and would not mention what kind of nightmare she had seen.

Morax had asked about it before, but all he got was Yuan Zhuoyue's evasive and evasive answers.

So at this moment, Morax chose not to ask further questions, but instead expressed appropriate guilt and apology: "You have never woken up so quickly before... It was my negligence. I should have stayed by your side to look after you."

Yuan Zhuoyue lowered her eyes and did not answer anything. She just shook her head slowly. For a moment, it was difficult to tell what she wanted to express.

After a moment, she added leisurely: "It has nothing to do with you."

Morax raised his hand again and gently placed it on Yuan Zhuoyue's back. Seeing that she didn't move to avoid the contact, he continued, "Do you want to continue resting?"

Yuan Zhuoyue raised his arms, moved them around, and stretched.

As she moved, Morax's hand, which was resting on her back, couldn't help but slide down.

Then Yuan Zhuoyue turned his neck again, and after perking up a little, he continued, "No, I probably can't sleep now."

"Then let's wash up and go eat," Morax suggested, but then his voice dropped a little: "...We just came back in a hurry, so there aren't many options for breakfast. Do you want me to prepare some more?"

Yuan Zhuoyue smiled upon hearing this and said, "Don't be so particular, I'm easy to support."

Morax is a person who pays attention to people. He is very considerate in his dealings with others and it is difficult to find any fault with him.

The same goes for food, clothing and other daily necessities, so Yuan Zhuoyue, who was taken care of by Morax, couldn't help but follow his lead and be particular about them.

Morax was also very considerate. He had prepared a series of things she needed for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he did not let her feel any discomfort.

But it is normal that Morax can do all this. With thousands of years of vision and experience as a foundation, as long as he wants, his wishes will come true.

Even some insignificant little actions can make Yuan Zhuoyue feel particularly caring and comfortable, and can coax her into a state of confusion in minutes.

For example, now, when Yuan Zhuoyue lifted the quilt on her body, Morax had already placed the clothes that had been prepared in front of her.

The shape, style, patterns and corresponding accessories are all more in line with her preferences.

By the time she changed her clothes, all the toiletries had been prepared.

When she finished washing up, the breakfast prepared by Morax was already placed on the dining table.

Compared with the past, it is indeed as he said, never so rich.

But that's just in comparison. As a breakfast, these are already quite rich and satisfying.

These foods still suit Yuan Zhuoyue's taste and preferences, and Yuan Zhuoyue still remembers one or two of them. They were the foods she mentioned when chatting with Morax.

However, Yuan Zhuoyue didn't pick up his chopsticks immediately. Instead, he propped up his chin, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Morax sitting across from him. "I thought that after waking up, you would ask me what I did behind your back?"