She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: No One Knows What Happened at Night

Night was deep. Lin Jue sat up in bed. Su Huaiwang, next to her, was already deep asleep, her breathing slightly heavy from the wine.

Lin Jue stepped out of bed barefoot, making no sound.

The air conditioner’s fan blades trembled, and the sheer curtains gently billowed.

The room was pitch black. In the mountains, there was no pervasive light pollution like in the city, and Su Huaiwang didn’t have the habit of sleeping with a nightlight, so the darkness was absolute—so dark that she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face.

However, this had no effect on Lin Jue.

She navigated around various obstacles, her figure turning ethereal, and passed straight through the door panel.

The owner of this house had granted her permission, so she could fully manifest herself within it.

The space outside the bedroom was also pitch black. The eyes of the three animals simultaneously turned in her direction.

Lin Jue placed a finger on her lips, warning them not to act rashly.

Dahui and Xiaohuang, whose heads were initially raised high, obediently lowered them, their eyeballs swiveling before turning toward the empty blackness.

Lin Jue pointed at the spot they were looking at. Gray-white ashes spontaneously moved without wind. A suffocated scream was locked within the small world, failing to disturb the peace of the person inside the room.

After casually raising her hand to kill a small specter, Lin Jue squatted down and patted the heads of the two dogs.

The two dogs Su Huaiwang kept were somewhat useful, capable of suppressing the small specters that occasionally sneaked in.

Small specters differed from ghosts. They were mindless and wouldn’t actively harm the homeowner. Because they were so minute, they sometimes seeped in through the cracks of the house. Normally, they caused no significant harm, but they were still ghostly beings and could have minor, innocuous negative effects on the house’s occupants.

For instance, bad luck or depressive moods.

Lin Jue closed her eyes, and more ashes scattered. They abruptly appeared in mid-air, melting as they reached the floor, leaving no trace.

She was inspecting the entire house. Wherever her spiritual consciousness reached, the small specters were crushed.

After a long moment, Lin Jue opened her eyes.

Overall, the house was safe. With the sachet containing her heart-blood, an uninvited ghost couldn’t possibly break in. As for an invited ghost… so far, she, Lin Jue, was the only one.

At this thought, Lin Jue’s lips curled up with a hint of triumph.

Su Huaiwang had been in close contact with her for a month and carried her scent, which was a great tonic for mountain spirits and monsters.

For the previous year, due to the lingering Yuan Qi (resentment) of the Grudge Spirit, the scent hadn’t leaked out, but now that the resentment was fading, the scent was beginning to dissipate, likely attracting many more specters eager to approach her.

Lin Jue felt a little irritated. She couldn’t re-affix her Yuan Qi to Su Huaiwang. Firstly, to evade the detection of the Demon-Slaying Bureau, and secondly… she was no longer as domineering as before.

From the moment she abandoned her territory and came to Su Huaiwang’s side, she was no longer the Bound Grudge Spirit she once was. That was why she appeared so much like a normal human, and why the Celestial Master at Baiyang Temple earlier couldn’t see her true form.

Lin Jue took a deep breath. Since she couldn’t re-affix Yuan Qi to Su Huaiwang, she had to take a more absolute approach.

An invisible wave surged, and the Grudge Spirit’s consciousness expanded. Under an Inner Sight, the entire mountaintop was now enveloped in gray-white smoke and dust.

The smell of smoke and fire spread, mixed with the heavy crying from the water’s depths—that was the Grudge Spirit’s domain.

Among the mountain spirits and monsters, evil should be eliminated, resentment should be mildly warned, and those with neither evil nor resentment should be ignored.

It took considerable effort to complete the task.

Ghosts could never be completely eradicated; Lin Jue, as a Grudge Spirit, knew this best. It was because of malice, resentment, regret, and hatred that one would abandon the human body, avoid reincarnation, and linger in a corner of the world. The Demon-Slaying Bureau also understood this, which was why they mostly only dealt with Great Evil Spirits who had unjustly harmed people.

In fact, only such Evil Spirits could be eliminated.

And Lin Jue, clearly, was not among them.

The Demon-Slaying Bureau’s visit back then was actually because of Su Huaiwang.

She had come dangerously close to harming Su Huaiwang, dangerously close to transitioning from a Grudge Spirit to an Evil Spirit with innocent blood on her hands.

Fortunately, she hadn’t in the end. Whenever she recalled that period where her mind was clouded by resentment and her consciousness was blurred, Lin Jue felt immense apprehension.

Temporarily suppressing these unpleasant emotions, Lin Jue subtly glanced toward the bedroom door.

Strangely enough, the mere thought of Su Huaiwang lying inside, obedient and well-behaved, with no hint of rejection toward her, made her hollow heart feel somewhat full. This was rare and precious for a Grudge Spirit.

She really should thank the Celestial Master who came to remove her back then. If not for the person saying certain things that encouraged her to let Su Huaiwang go, their relationship might not have the tranquility it had now.

She still remembered how Su Huaiwang, even when unconscious, vehemently resisted staying with her in the small world.

But now? Now Su Huaiwang could peacefully sleep next to her, something even her pets couldn’t do.

Lin Jue slowly stopped, turned back, and gave the two dogs lying on the floor a look of victory, completely dismissing the fleeting thought that pets were not as good as friends.

Her body became ethereal again. Lin Jue passed through the door panel and floated to Su Huaiwang’s bedside.

The woman was sleeping peacefully, her expression serene, her body rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Lin Jue watched, feeling she could never get enough.

Dreams were like bubbles, fleeting, but the Su Huaiwang present here was real.

She had real skin, real breath, real warmth… In a daze, her finger had already touched the woman’s cheek.

The life and vitality exclusive to humans traveled along her fingertips to the ghost’s illusory body, bringing both pain and joy.

In the small world where it was just the two of them, she never dared to touch Su Huaiwang like this, always fearing it would make her despise her more.

Even now, disguised as a “friend,” touching was still a luxury for her.

With every touch, she was meticulous, as if handling a winged treasure.

Possessiveness and jealousy arose, mixed with other emotions she didn’t yet understand, making her feel as if she was being burned by the great fire she had experienced in life.

Her fair, slender finger softly slid down, grazing the corner of the woman’s mouth as if it were insubstantial, then resting on her chin.

With a slight, unconscious exertion of force, a curve appeared between the chin and the neck that led into the dark depths.

Su Huaiwang was sleeping soundly.

Very soundly, so soundly that she didn’t know what Lin Jue was doing.

This was natural. After all, she held Su Huaiwang’s dreams in her hand, and with just a thought, she could guide the other person into the softest, warmest slumber.

Lin Jue wanted Su Huaiwang to sleep well—this was her simple yet persistent thought when Su Huaiwang tossed and turned beside her.

But now, this thought seemed no longer pure. Did it have another… purpose?

By the time she realized it, her lips were already pressed against Su Huaiwang’s soft ones.

Lin Jue couldn’t bring herself to pull away, gently rubbing her lips against Su Huaiwang’s, like a cat’s purr.

Yet, the object of her affection was completely oblivious to her indecent act.

What was the meaning of this action? Lin Jue wasn’t quite sure. She only knew that in certain night dreams, Su Huaiwang loved it and often clung to her, begging for it.

In the dream, Lin Jue indulged every request Su Huaiwang made. But why, when Su Huaiwang hadn’t requested it, did she still want to do such a thing?

If she wanted skin contact, her fingers were sufficient. If she wanted to feel the other person’s warmth, an embrace would suffice. And both finger-touching and embracing were things Su Huaiwang allowed.

However, Su Huaiwang had never performed this particular act with her in reality, nor had she ever permitted it.

A sudden dread arose in Lin Jue’s heart. What if Su Huaiwang found out?

Once the mind wanders, the body begins to act on its own. It manipulated Lin Jue to open her mouth and suckle on the full lower lip, licking it just as she did in the dreams.

Su Huaiwang wanted her to do these things in the dream because of sexual impulse.

Lin Jue knew about sexual impulse; it was a desire possessed by biological beings. But she was no longer truly a biological being. Her desires were originally only resentment and hatred. Later, most of it transformed into Su Huaiwang—into satisfying Su Huaiwang, trying to “love” Su Huaiwang, and making Su Huaiwang “love” her.

She didn’t have the typical desires of ordinary beings, nor did she need to alleviate physiological needs.

But what was she doing now?

She wanted to kiss her like this, but more than that—she wanted to move downward, inward, just as Su Huaiwang often yearned for in her dreams.

At this close distance, she could feel Su Huaiwang’s every real breath, mixed with the scent of wine and toothpaste, slightly sour, too soft…

Lin Jue left her lips, her hand trembling as it covered the lower half of Su Huaiwang’s face.

Moving gently, her fingertips could feel the pulse on her neck.

A little further down, a little further down, she would cry, she would scream, she would cling to her tightly, actively demanding kisses—fierce, gentle, unbearable. She loved many sensations, and Lin Jue gave her many sensations.

Lin Jue’s fingers trembled even more, pausing just above the collarbone.

Amidst the surging desire, a question sliced through everything, appearing in her mind:

Why has Su Huaiwang stopped having those kinds of dreams?

Didn’t Su Huaiwang need satisfaction anymore? She still wanted to give Su Huaiwang plenty of satisfaction.

The trembling spread from her fingertips to her whole body, as if small electric currents were running through Lin Jue’s form.

Lin Jue leaned down, her lips once again pressing against Su Huaiwang’s.

She applied a little pressure, making the two soft parts adhere even more tightly.

Lin Jue dared not do more. Her intuition told her that if Su Huaiwang discovered her taking liberties with these sexually-related actions, Su Huaiwang would be very angry.

An unfillable black hole seemed to appear in her heart, clamoring for more, demanding more.

Lin Jue ignored the black hole’s wails, simply savoring the brief transgression.

Su Huaiwang in reality was far more delicious and exhilarating than in her dreams.

Every cell in her body seemed to be asking one question:

How can she have this kind of contact with Su Huaiwang in reality?

The long days of waiting had left her heart incredibly parched.

Even if it’s just in the dream, could it happen soon? She was nearing her limit.