She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 52

Chapter 52: She Wants Her

“Is there something you need?” Su Huaiwang felt a little nervous, her fingers ceaselessly twisting the corner of her clothes.

“Can’t I come to see you if I don’t need anything?” Lin Jue smiled, but her eyelashes drooped slightly.

Su Huaiwang quickly waved her hands in a flurry. “That’s not what I meant… it’s just…”

“It’s just that we haven’t spent time together like this recently, right?”

The amber eyes were fixed on her.

She shouldn’t have been this tense.

It was just friends visiting each other and chatting, which was completely normal at any time.

She ought to feel happy and relaxed, not…

“What’s wrong?” Lin Jue’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

The girl’s voice was gentle, not sounding like she was interrogating her.

Su Huaiwang opened her mouth, but failed to articulate anything clear.

“…Thinking about the follow-up visit just now.” She shifted her gaze away.

Lin Jue lowered her eyes. “What did she ask?”

Su Huaiwang suddenly felt a bit awkward. She didn’t like Lin Jue’s seemingly intimate yet indifferent attitude when talking about the other person.

Feeling this awkwardness, she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Did you two know each other before?”

Lin Jue paused, then shook her head. “No.”

“Oh.”

The feeling in her heart was still unsettled.

“Why do you ask that?” The wraith was very sensitive to negative emotions and asked cautiously.

“It’s nothing,” Su Huaiwang’s voice was cool. “It just feels like you haven’t just met.”

If anything, Su Huaiwang had faintly felt this way since their very first meeting.

There seemed to be an atmosphere between them that she couldn’t penetrate, like the closer two people in a three-person clique Su Huaiwang had been part of in middle school.

Su Huaiwang absolutely shouldn’t care. She really shouldn’t care.

The slight unpleasantness from the first encounter, the minor annoyance every time she was interrupted—she should have let that feeling fade from her life long ago.

Thinking this way wouldn’t lead to any conclusion, and even saying it out loud wouldn’t provide any answers.

So, the moment the topic left her mouth, Su Huaiwang regretted it.

She pressed her lips together, trying to make her voice sound less like a tantrum. “I was just a little curious.”

A clumsy attempt at deflection.

Lin Jue’s eyes widened. “Are you jealous?”

Su Huaiwang jumped, quickly clarifying, “No, no, I was really just asking, just asking! Forget it, you should just forget about it!”

The word “jealous” carried too much weight; Su Huaiwang hadn’t heard it in years.

“Why should I forget it?”

Lin Jue stood up and sat down beside her, moving closer. Her eyes, swirling with delight and surprise, looked like they were filled with stars.

“Jealousy is a good thing, though I don’t know why you would be jealous of her.”

“I said I’m not…”

Su Huaiwang was speechless.

Lin Jue’s cool hand grasped hers.

“Truly, I’m especially happy.”

The girl’s other hand came up too, cupping Su Huaiwang’s hand tightly in her palms.

And above her hands was the girl’s radiant face.

“I have no connection to her. I don’t like her, truly.”

As if afraid Su Huaiwang might doubt her, Lin Jue used “truly” twice in succession.

She hesitated briefly, then leaned her cheek against Su Huaiwang’s hand. “I only want a connection with you. I like you the most.”

Heat rushed up. Su Huaiwang tugged her hand, but couldn’t pull it away. She could only turn her head, not looking at her:

“It’s possible that people who look like they have a terrible relationship are actually the closest.”

The piteous, watery amber eyes looked at her. “Don’t you believe me?”

Su Huaiwang gave a light cough, uncomfortable. “No.”

“She cares so much because she suspects me, and I don’t like that suspicion.”

“She suspects you?”

Su Huaiwang’s head finally turned back.

She looked at the girl’s knit-browed, pitiful face, unable to imagine what Lei Yinyin could possibly suspect Lin Jue of.

Do the prettiest women lie the most?

“Yes,” the hand, whose grip had loosened while Su Huaiwang was listening intently, was now being gently kneaded by Lin Jue. “She suspects me of… doing bad things to you.”

“You commit crimes?!” This time, Su Huaiwang truly found it incredible.

Lin Jue, a twenty-year-old child, looked so delicate. Su Huaiwang felt that her own chances of committing a crime were higher than Lin Jue’s.

“Mhm,” the girl’s cheek finally rested against the warm palm, and she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction. “I have a record.”

“A record?!” Su Huaiwang couldn’t even control her voice now. “R-really?”

Lin Jue felt the slight trembling in the other person’s palm and found it a bit strange. She didn’t know why Su Huaiwang was reacting so strongly.

She looked up. “Does it bother you?”

“No…” Su Huaiwang looked down at her, a swirl of mixed feelings in her heart. “I just…”

Various emotions—curiosity, jealousy, sadness, confusion—were mixed in her heart like an overturned bucket of paint, making her unable to finish the thought after “just.”

“It’s nothing serious. It’s all in the past, and she’s the one who won’t drop it.”

Although Lin Jue said this, Su Huaiwang felt a touch more sympathy.

She was only twenty years old. How far back could “the past” be?

Driven by its owner’s will, the palm slowly and unconsciously massaged the girl’s face.

Lin Jue, like a satiated cat, enjoyed the affection during Su Huaiwang’s moment of distraction.

Su Huaiwang was unaware of the girl’s pleasure and continued to comfort her:

“That’s right, it’s all in the past. A record doesn’t mean anything. Anyway, you probably aren’t applying for civil service.”

Lin Jue nodded.

Su Huaiwang paused, wanting to speak.

She wanted to know what kind of offense Lin Jue had committed, yet she felt the question was too intrusive.

Torn by the dilemma, by the time she snapped out of it, Lin Jue was practically nestled in her lap.

She quickly pulled back the hand that had reached the girl’s chin and moved back two steps.

Lin Jue subconsciously wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction. “Why did you stop?”

As she spoke, she tried to lean her face closer again.

Su Huaiwang reached out her hand. The moment she made contact, her touch changed from a caress to a pinch, gently squeezing the soft flesh on the girl’s cheek:

“You’re too old for this. Stop acting spoiled.”

She sounded helpless.

At Lin Jue’s age, doing these things would certainly be misunderstood by others.

Out of her duty as a friend, she didn’t want to see that happen.

Lin Jue’s nose twitched, a hint of jealousy mixed with a more complex emotion that she still found hard to decipher.

“Can’t I do this to you?”

The girl rubbed her nose against Su Huaiwang’s wrist, looking at her obliquely.

The spot on her wrist that was rubbed felt like it had been set alight, the heat rushing up to her brain.

Su Huaiwang opened her mouth, but couldn’t bring herself to say the word “no.”

“…What if you do this to other people…”

“So you’re afraid I’ll do this to others too.”

Lin Jue gave a brilliant smile. She had finally grasped the source of that jealousy.

“I won’t,” her usually clear voice was now lower, but still soft. “I only want to be spoiled by you. Can’t I?”

The woman clenched her hand, preventing the girl from taking advantage. Lin Jue simply pressed her face against Su Huaiwang’s wrist.

The pulse in her wrist beat against the side of the girl’s face, as if pressed right against her heart.

Lin Jue kissed the area over a blue vein.

The hand immediately retracted as if burned by a hot iron, quickly pulling back.

Su Huaiwang leaned against the sofa armrest, tightly holding the “burned” hand, her face a swirl of red emotions.

Lin Jue reached out, wanting to hug her, but stopped halfway.

“May I hug you?” she asked.

“Why?” She heard Su Huaiwang’s voice, dry.

The girl’s eyes shifted. “Because I really want to?”

Su Huaiwang didn’t reply, simply sitting on the sofa without moving.

Lin Jue knew this was silent permission. She pressed against her without reservation, breathing in sync with her.

Warm breath brushed against Su Huaiwang’s neck, making that area turn hot.

Lin Jue was light. Even half-pressing on her, she still only brought a soft pleasure.

Su Huaiwang reached out and hugged her back, the girl’s long hair tangling in her fingers.

If she looked up now, she could see their tightly pressed bodies.

The sense of touch was even more acute than sight.

The embrace always gave her the illusion of being completely possessed by Lin Jue.

Even though the other person’s body wasn’t large, and her arms weren’t squeezing tight.

But she… she had that illusion.

What was more terrifying was that she enjoyed that illusion.

She wanted Lin Jue to possess her.

Su Huaiwang rested her head on the sofa armrest, looking up, her eyes unfocused.

For a long time, Su Huaiwang didn’t speak, just letting Lin Jue hold her.

It wasn’t until Lin Jue released her, propping herself up on the sofa.

Her face showed clear anxiety as she looked at Su Huaiwang:

“Did I do something wrong?”

Su Huaiwang looked at her quietly for a moment. As the girl’s gaze grew increasingly frantic, Su Huaiwang reached out and smoothed a stray lock of hair behind her ear:

“Why do you think that?”

“It’s just…” Lin Jue couldn’t exactly say that Su Huaiwang usually wouldn’t let her hug her for so long. “Just a feeling.”

After saying that, she immediately added, “If I do something wrong, you must tell me right away. I will change.”

The woman beneath her seemed to let out a faint sigh, or maybe not: “Do you do this for everyone? It must be exhausting to keep changing.”

Lin Jue smiled. “No, only for you. Anything you don’t like, I can change.”

The woman paused for a long time, taking a deep breath. Her voice was different from usual: “Can I ask why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you said… you would change for me.”

“Because I like you.”

It was the simplest truth.

Lin Jue had thought she had realized it long ago.

Now that she had said it, a sense of exhilaration was born in her heart, racing through her veins, making her feel so good she wanted to hug Su Huaiwang’s neck and rub against her again.

But she couldn’t yet. She hadn’t figured out if Su Huaiwang was angry with her; she couldn’t make a rash move.

So, she waited eagerly for Su Huaiwang’s reply.

Su Huaiwang seemed to be lost in endless thought, her eyes rarely settling on her.

Discontent, but bearable.

Lin Jue tried to straighten up, to change their current ambiguous and somewhat uncomfortable position, but Su Huaiwang grabbed her wrist.

Even after hugging for a long time, the girl’s wrist was still icy cold. Under her fingertips, there seemed to be no pulse beating.

Su Huaiwang shivered. The strange sensation slightly diluted her overwhelming nervousness.

She looked up, her lips parting:

“…There’s a meteor shower in a couple of days. Do you want to go watch it together?”

Without any surprise, Lin Jue readily agreed.

The amber eyes held nothing but pure joy and affection, just as Su Huaiwang had seen on countless days before.

But she didn’t just have days; she also had nights.

In the nighttime amber, in the spaces between licks and kisses, in an accidental glance, there often flashed an impure, sticky lust.

The hand gripping the girl’s wrist tightened. Su Huaiwang’s shoulders trembled.

If, and she meant if.

If those eyes, those eyes looking at her, could hold not only the day but also the night, how wonderful would that be?

The real, unvarnished, undisguised, shameful, wanton, terrifying—

She wanted her.