She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: She Doesn’t Want to Discuss This Topic

Su Huaiwang helped Tu Zhizhuo load her luggage into the trunk.

“Alright, don’t look so glum. How many people wish they had this opportunity?” Tu Zhizhuo poked Su Huaiwang’s waist. “She’s so pretty, you’re making a profit just by dreaming about her.”

Su Huaiwang sighed. “What profit? If I were dreaming about you, you wouldn’t be saying that.”

Tu Zhizhuo imagined it. “That’s not impossible, is it?”

Su Huaiwang also imagined it, shivered all over, and immediately realized Tu Zhizhuo was deliberately trying to disgust her.

She rubbed her arms. “You should leave quickly!”

Tu Zhizhuo laughed cheekily. “What, the little beauty is fine, but I’m not? I don’t think I look bad?”

She tossed her hair, throwing Su Huaiwang a seductive glance. Su Huaiwang only felt an inexpressible cold disgust.

Truth be told, Tu Zhizhuo was indeed good-looking, with a vibrant and graceful beauty, and her long-term study of art gave her a good temperament.

But after all these years of interaction, Tu Zhizhuo was probably no different from the two dogs and one cat in Su Huaiwang’s heart. It would be truly odd if she felt anything more.

Seeing Su Huaiwang’s undisguised look, Tu Zhizhuo covered her heart, pretending to be wounded. “Alas, you make me feel so inferior.”

“I actually wish someone could make you feel inferior to neutralize your personality,” Su Huaiwang said, slapping the trunk lid shut.

Tu Zhizhuo leaned close to her. “Actually, our personalities balance each other out perfectly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look, my ex-girlfriend always complained when we broke up, saying I was arrogant and self-centered. I think you just lack a bit of that spirit.”

“Will you please hurry up and say what you mean?” Su Huaiwang rolled her eyes at her.

Tu Zhizhuo wasn’t annoyed, slowly introducing her point. “I mean, you need to be more self-centered. If you want something, go for it! Stop overthinking things. Just do it first and worry about it later.”

“Do what? Do what…” Su Huaiwang was confused at first, then a sudden realization flashed, and her face flushed bright red. “What are you talking about in broad daylight!”

She pushed Tu Zhizhuo. “Hurry up and go! You’re not helping, just making sarcastic remarks!”

Tu Zhizhuo was pushed into the driver’s seat, looking at her indifferently. “Who says I can’t help? If you’re really that bothered, I can introduce you to a psychologist I know.”

“This…” Su Huaiwang frowned, wavering.

“You realize it yourself, don’t you? You don’t have a problem to solve; you just want to fall in love,” Tu Zhizhuo said, abandoning her usual flippant demeanor and resting her hands on the car window with a serious look.

Su Huaiwang’s brows furrowed even deeper.

She shook her head. “Lust is not the same as love, and we are friends.”

“Listen to yourself! Why are your moral standards so high? You’re actually just scared, aren’t you? Scared of no outcome, so you found a high-sounding reason for yourself.”

As a long-time friend, Tu Zhizhuo could see right through Su Huaiwang.

Su Huaiwang remained silent.

Tu Zhizhuo pouted and started the car. “I’ve warned you. This is a great opportunity. Whether you seize it or not is up to you.”

With that, she chuckled, the sound teasing. “If you seize it, you won’t have to be so desperate you do those things in your dreams every day, right? It’s definitely a win-win!”

“What are you saying!” Su Huaiwang was about to curse, but Tu Zhizhuo pulled her head back and stepped on the gas.

The car sped away, leaving Su Huaiwang in a cloud of exhaust.

Su Huaiwang glared hatefully at the car’s rear for a long time, eventually sighing and turning around.

She didn’t expect to see a familiar face as she turned.

A certain part of her body instinctively tensed up. Su Huaiwang feigned composure and greeted her. “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon.” Lin Jue rested her hands on the fence of Su Huaiwang’s yard. Beneath her smile were tiny, blossoming flowers.

“She left?”

Su Huaiwang nodded. “Mhm. She has to go back to work in a couple of days.”

“It seems it will be quiet here again.”

“It’s better when it’s quiet. She’s too noisy.” Su Huaiwang looked down. Grandma Chen’s car was parked by the road. The lanky child was pouting and circling the car, while Grandma Chen rushed back and forth with souvenirs.

The summer vacation was ending, and people in the city were heading back to their normal lives.

Lin Jue gave her a meaningful look. “I think I just heard you two mention something about love?”

Su Huaiwang, who had been feeling melancholic, immediately panicked when she heard this. “Di-did we? Maybe? After all, love is a pretty common topic between friends.”

The amber eyes stared at her, occasionally blinking. “Have you ever been in a relationship?” She seemed unfamiliar with the word “relationship,” pronouncing it with some difficulty.

But Su Huaiwang was too nervous to notice this slight awkwardness. “Me? No, I haven’t.”

Lin Jue tilted her head. “Why don’t you date?”

Su Huaiwang looked at the girl in front of her, a sense of helplessness suddenly welling up. “Dating isn’t necessary. A person can live well alone.” What on earth is Lin Jue thinking when asking these things? Su Huaiwang’s mind raced, but she still couldn’t come up with an answer.

In reality, Lin Jue had no particular thoughts. The word was very foreign to her.

The era of her birth and the memory fragments in her mind were all unfamiliar with this term.

The “Lin Jue” memory only told her that it wasn’t something important; all other information seemed to have been lost in a great fire.

But seeing Su Huaiwang and Lin Jue’s attitudes toward the word, she became a little curious.

She hesitated. “I want to ask you a question. May I?”

Su Huaiwang’s heart leaped to her throat. She gripped the corner of her clothes, trembling slightly, and her voice quivered as well. “Wh-what question?”

Lin Jue frowned slightly. “I hope you won’t think I’m strange if I ask.” Her attitude was candid.

“No… I shouldn’t… Just ask.”

“What is a relationship?”

Hearing the words spoken from the other person’s thin lips, Su Huaiwang completely collapsed.

She had considered every possibility but never thought Lin Jue would ask this kind of question.

A faint sense of oddity surfaced again. Su Huaiwang glanced at the exceptionally clear-eyed Lin Jue, confused.

By Lin Jue’s own account, she was already twenty years old this year. Would a twenty-year-old in modern society know nothing about this?

Perhaps sensing the confusion in her gaze, Lin Jue offered an explanation. “There’s a lot I don’t understand. I’ve always stayed in the countryside, and my parents rarely came back. My family didn’t talk to me much about these things.”

However, the sense of oddity didn’t dissipate as it usually did. Instead, it continued to linger in her mind, yet repeatedly hit a wall when trying to find evidence.

Su Huaiwang suppressed the feeling of strangeness and patiently explained, “A relationship is… well, the necessary step before becoming partners and starting a family.”

“Like friendship, is it also a type of bond?”

“You could say that. It’s an intimate relationship.”

“Intimate? What’s the difference?” As soon as Lin Jue asked this, she immediately offered her own answer. “…Is the difference whether or not a sexual relationship occurs?”

Her memory fragments finally provided an answer.

If Tu Zhizhuo were standing here, Su Huaiwang would have covered her mouth long ago. But since Lin Jue was standing there, she could only grit her teeth and nod:

“Mhm, something like that.”

The smile on Lin Jue’s face faded slightly. Her gaze drifted to the upper left, lost in thought.

At the same time, Su Huaiwang was also thinking, wondering if she should enlighten the young girl further.

After all, in modern society, sexual relationships don’t only happen within intimate relationships.

But before she could decide, Lin Jue’s next question followed:

“So, friends can’t have a sexual relationship?”

Su Huaiwang: “Wait, what?!”

Who implanted this idea in the young girl’s mind before her?! Can friends with a sexual relationship still be considered friends?!

Su Huaiwang’s look of horror was too obvious. Lin Jue immediately understood the answer.

She nodded, suppressing the even more embarrassing question in her heart.

Friends can’t have a sexual relationship. Then why is Su Huaiwang’s sexual fantasy object her?

She lowered her head to contemplate but found her shoulders suddenly grasped.

Su Huaiwang looked at her, speaking earnestly. “If a friend wants to have a sexual relationship with you, it’s definitely not very pure… Although such relationships exist, I still think it’s not very good…”

The more Su Huaiwang spoke, the guiltier she felt, especially under Lin Jue’s gaze, which made her unable to look her in the eye.

“So, you haven’t had a sexual relationship with anyone?” Lin Jue’s lips curved, and her first sentence was a bombshell.

Any sense of oddity or contemplation was completely blown away by that single sentence.

Su Huaiwang felt her mind was a blank slate.

Is it really appropriate to ask a person who has been reserved for over twenty years this question?

A blush spread from her face to her neck and further under her clothes. Su Huaiwang turned into a cooked shrimp.

“This… this, this, this…” She stammered incoherently.

Yet, Lin Jue’s gaze was terrifyingly innocent and pure. Only in moments like this could Su Huaiwang truly realize the fact that the other person was much younger than her.

“Is it something that can’t be talked about?” Lin Jue moved closer to her. Although her language and demeanor were gentle, Su Huaiwang somehow felt aggressively interrogated by her presence.

The arrow was drawn; it had to be released. Su Huaiwang slapped—clapped her hand over Lin Jue’s mouth, giving up entirely:

“Yes! It can’t be talked about!”

She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by shame.

She begged forgiveness for not being able to teach the young girl the candor and openness of modern society. If this topic continued, only she would be hurt.

Lin Jue blinked twice.

She placed her hand on the one covering her mouth, pressing inward, and lowered her eyes to kiss her palm.

Su Huaiwang jumped backward as if stung by something, covering her hand, stammering, unable to speak.

In this moment, the friendly and amiable Lin Jue of the daytime and the cold and domineering Lin Jue of the night unexpectedly overlapped.

The sensation imprinted on her sensitive palm dragged her back to the chaotic dream of last night.

Lin Jue kissed her.

Kissed many parts of her.

She wanted Lin Jue to kiss her.

She used Lin Jue’s lips and tongue, and Lin Jue’s teeth to satisfy herself.

After the fleeting dream, all that remained was heat and stickiness. Her throbbing body couldn’t grasp the lingering sensation.

Would that feeling be even better in reality?

Her tongue subconsciously ran over her canine tooth. Su Huaiwang despairingly realized that she was actually becoming aroused because of a single kiss Lin Jue had placed on her palm.