She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Don’t Take What Happens in Dreams Seriously

By my reckoning, it’s been over half a month.

With Tu Zhuozhuo around, my head was full every day, and stopping that harmless little habit wasn’t a big deal.

But when my friend was gone, and I didn’t know what to do or think at night, the idea quietly crept out from some hidden corner.

So this day was bound to come. Since I’ve already had a taste of pleasure, I can’t stay abstinent forever.

Su Huaiwang was arguing with herself, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t succumbing to temptation.

After many repeated cycles, she had already discovered the pattern:

As long as she didn’t masturbate, the wet dreams wouldn’t come.

Most of her nights now were dreamless. Even when she occasionally dreamed of Lin Jue, it was only of being held quietly in the other person’s arms.

Su Huaiwang didn’t dislike this feeling; at least it was better than having a wet dream.

She believed she had developed a friendship with Lin Jue. So, would Lin Jue come tonight?

Her mind was dizzy, churned into a messy pulp by the pleasure, yet pitifully forcing itself to ponder this actually unimportant question.

Exhausted, she lay on the pillow, her eyes half-closed, panting.

The aftermath had not yet receded. Currents occasionally swept through her body, but she was not satisfied.

It had been too long, and it was too stingy; even the last remaining bit of warmth was stolen by the air.

But what could Su Huaiwang do? She had done her best.

It was too extreme. Rapidly filling up only to lose it would only make her feel emptier.

It was always hard to fall asleep with emptiness.

The night was silent; even the wind held its breath. The aromatherapy candle by the bed was still burning, making no sound, only its scent subtly filling her private space.

She had turned off the bedside nightlight before starting, and she had also chased the three pets out of the room. This place should have been exclusively her territory, yet it held the scent of someone else.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t dislike this scent being present in her world.

Su Huaiwang’s face was half-hidden behind the blanket, concealing her flushed, embarrassed cheeks. The tip of her exposed nose lightly sniffed the air.

The scent flowed in, making her already dizzy mind even more intoxicated.

Her hand secretly reached for the device that had just stopped working.

She could do it one more time.

Numbness, dullness—these were thrown to the back of her mind. She didn’t even need any extra stimulation. She didn’t know, or rather, didn’t want to face who or what scene flashed through her mind while confronting the continuous pleasure. She just wantonly vented her desire and frustration until she had no strength left.

…

The next morning could no longer be called early morning; the sun was almost at its zenith.

The two dogs, who had been hungry all night, watched the cat food pour out of the automatic feeder, their eyes turning green with hunger.

Mimi, walking leisurely, looked at the two frustrated dogs, its black eyes rolling before it gracefully walked to the owner’s bedroom door and began scratching and meowing.

Soon after, the door was abruptly opened, and Su Huaiwang, in her pajamas, rushed out in a panic.

“Sorry, how is it this late already? I’ll feed you right away.”

The two dogs wagged their tails and whined, crowding around her.

The less disciplined Xiaohuang ran the fastest, hitting Su Huaiwang’s calf like a cannonball, whimpering and wanting her to hug and pet it.

Su Huaiwang winced in pain but still bent down and hugged the two dog heads.

Xiaohuang was happy, extending its long snout into Su Huaiwang’s embrace, but it keenly smelled a different scent.

It barked twice in confusion, its eyes full of questions.

Unfortunately, Su Huaiwang didn’t have time to see what was wrong with it. She quickly stood up again to pour their dog food.

As Su Huaiwang stood in front of the dog food, the full-length mirror reflected her image. She instinctively covered her neck.

Her neck in the mirror was still fair and clean, with no marks whatsoever.

Su Huaiwang pulled open the collar of her pajamas and looked down; there were no marks on her body either.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Her body still felt subtly immersed in the illusion of the dream, with a humiliatingly pleasurable ache.

Perhaps because she had done it too many times last night, her legs felt a little uncomfortable. Su Huaiwang’s mind was focused solely on quickly feeding the dogs and tidying herself up. She failed to notice that both dogs were squatting beside her and sniffing, and even the cat joined in the fun, its tiny nose moving around her legs.

“…What are you doing? Is something wrong?” Su Huaiwang finally noticed the abnormal scene, shifted her body, and spread her palms for them to sniff.

Three noses were pressed against her palm. The animals’ sharp, puzzled gazes made her feel strangely guilty.

“I have things to do. I won’t play with you anymore. I’m leaving.” She stood up, lightly patting the head of each of the three pets, and hurried off toward the bathroom.

The two dogs and the cat watched her leave, their noses still catching the lingering scent she left behind.

In addition to the usual scent of the house and their owner, there was someone else’s scent, but thankfully, that person—or rather, ghost—was familiar.

Dahui and Xiaohuang stopped paying attention to it and began to devour their late breakfast.

In the bathroom, Su Huaiwang splashed cold water on her face.

She looked up, seeing herself in the mirror, and tentatively tilted her head.

The side of her neck was smooth. There was nothing there, yet she felt a faint throbbing pain.

She touched the spot that had suffered the most last night. It felt normal, as if reminding her that everything that happened last night was completely a dream.

But it was too real, so real that she was dazed for a long time when she woke up.

Lin Jue had undeniably appeared again last night, and somehow… her actions were much rougher than usual. Although she was careful not to hurt her, every action was laced with an impatient urgency.

The thought of that overly real dream made Su Huaiwang’s knees buckle.

She braced herself against the sink, a mixture of regret and post-trauma relief swirling inside her.

The wet dream felt like her subconscious was exacting revenge on her, both real and long-lasting. Until the cat’s meow woke her up, the dream Lin Jue was still forcefully grabbing her waist and kissing her.

Thank goodness it was a dream. Thank goodness it was a dream.

She let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of world-weariness at the same time.

Had her sexual fantasies become this wild?

It was true that prolonged repression easily led to perversion. It was hard to imagine what she would become in another five years, at the age of thirty.

There was no point in thinking about what would happen in five years.

Su Huaiwang took a quick shower, got dressed, walked out of the bathroom, and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already lunchtime.

Perhaps because she had eaten too little last night, or perhaps because she had expended too much energy, her stomach rumbled appropriately.

There was no one else around. Su Huaiwang’s expression was normal, but she turned away from the bedroom and headed to the kitchen.

The doorbell rang, and Su Huaiwang paused.

Rural people were usually quite scheduled. Most would be taking a midday nap now, so…

She licked her lips, feeling inexplicably nervous, and also a little afraid.

However, this fear was completely different from the fear she felt before opening the door for Lin Jue yesterday. It was a fear subtly mixed with excitement.

Her hand grasped the doorknob.

Sure enough, it was Lin Jue, carrying something in her hand.

Su Huaiwang quickly ushered her inside.

“I pickled this myself. Would you like some?”

Lin Jue smiled, handing her the jar she was holding.

“You know how to pickle vegetables?” Su Huaiwang asked curiously, taking the jar.

“I grew up in the countryside, after all. Didn’t you say you liked the taste of the food in Minguan? So I thought you might like this. I made a little extra. You can ask me for more when you finish it.”

When exchanging the bag, their fingers inevitably touched. Lin Jue’s fingers were still icy, causing Su Huaiwang to shiver.

The icy touch pierced her nerves, causing the dream images in her mind to begin replaying against her will.

Even the girl’s smile in front of her seemed subtly different than usual, carrying a nuanced flavor, like an unsated dog, greedily yet restrainedly sniffing the delicacy before it.

Su Huaiwang instinctively took a step back, repeatedly thanking her.

“How are you feeling today?” Su Huaiwang finished putting the jar away, then heard Lin Jue suddenly ask.

“F-fine?” Su Huaiwang wasn’t sure what she meant by the question.

“Is that so? That’s good then,” Lin Jue’s smile widened a bit, genuinely happy for her, giving a refreshing feeling: “I was a little worried because you looked pale yesterday.”

“Thank you,” Su Huaiwang replied, her conscience starting to prickle again.

The other person was so concerned about her, yet all Su Huaiwang could think about when talking to her was the dream from last night. It was truly too… Su Huaiwang could barely find a word to describe herself.

“I read a horror novel and was a little scared last night,” Su Huaiwang smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, her established character of being easily scared had been set a few days ago, so Lin Jue didn’t suspect anything: “Next time you’re scared, you can call me. I can keep you company. Two people won’t be so afraid.” The other person said this gently and thoughtfully.

“Mhm, mhm, absolutely, thank you,” Su Huaiwang nodded repeatedly, unable to look directly at her.

“But I feel like it’s not just psychological.” Lin Jue’s gaze dropped. Her exposed, straight, beautiful calf moved slightly: “Do you have a fever? Your face is so red.”

Before she could react, Lin Jue’s forehead was pressed against hers. The other person tiptoed, perfectly aligning with Su Huaiwang’s lowered head.

The not-entirely-unfamiliar scent invaded from all directions. Su Huaiwang’s pupils suddenly dilated, and the heat on her face intensified.

“Do you want to check your temperature? You seem a little warm.”

Lin Jue was still whispering in her ear, very close to her, almost cheek-to-cheek.

Su Huaiwang couldn’t help but recall last night.

She couldn’t help but recall how Lin Jue was intimately pressed against her just like this last night, her skin cold and smooth like jade, making her tremble in the heat.

Ignoring her cries and pleas, Lin Jue only leaned closer to her sensitive ear. After licking and playing, she spoke the only sentence she had ever said in all the wet dreams, in a soft whisper similar to her current tone:

“I love you.”