She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Feigned Retreat for a Real Advance

The world pervaded by mist.

Su Huaiwang walked within it, curious about everything.

She was now walking in a small village, which Lin Jue said was Beiguan Village, the place she had visited before.

Red-brick houses, thatched cottages, earth houses—the homes built by villagers of varying economic status still lived within the wraith’s small world.

However, Su Huaiwang couldn’t see a single villager anymore.

When she asked, Lin Jue merely said lightly: “They are somewhere else. I don’t want you to see them.”

Chang ghosts were the by-product of the wraith’s revenge. They were stained with the wraith’s resentment, and there was no place for them in the Three Realms and Six Paths. Only when the wraith transformed into a malevolent ghost could they truly be killed. Otherwise, they would repeatedly awaken in the wraith’s terrifying dreams, tormented for eternity.

Su Huaiwang looked up. These residences were filled with the unique style of the Minguán region, quite different from what she usually saw.

Only one incongruous house on the hillside was familiar to her beyond measure.

She pointed at the villa, suspicious: “Is that…?”

Lin Jue, who had been staring at her expectantly, immediately brightened, smiling: “I built that based on your memories. How is it? Is it well-built?”

Su Huaiwang looked at the house, which was nearly identical to her own, and then at the wraith, who was wagging her tail back and forth: “…Very good.”

Then, as if remembering something, she asked: “So you can read my memories?”

The girl, who had been delighting in herself, immediately reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on, defensively: “No! Well, I can… but I wouldn’t read them casually. I only read the memories related to this house, because I didn’t want you to live in those other houses.”

Lin Jue held out her hand to her, her amber eyes full of sincerity: “I’ll take you up to see it, okay?”

Su Huaiwang remained silent, her eyelids lowered, contemplating something, but she still placed her hand in Lin Jue’s.

Lin Jue smiled.

In her small world, the wraith was practically omnipotent.

In the blink of an eye, the two were in the bedroom.

The mist still permeated every corner, but other than that, every detail was identical to her real room.

Lin Jue pointed to the large bed in the center of the bedroom: “You were right there when you said you wanted to go home.”

“I don’t remember.” Su Huaiwang frowned.

“That part wasn’t in your original memory. Because you were mostly asleep while you were in my little world.”

“Why?”

Lin Jue hesitated: “…Because I didn’t dare.”

She didn’t dare let Su Huaiwang see her.

“But I wove many sweet dreams for you. You could have lived happily here with me forever.

“Even so, when I asked you, you still wanted to leave me.

“I let them take you away, and I stayed alone in my little world, learning how to love someone.

“Only when I felt I had finally learned did I come to find you.”

Lin Jue smiled, gently squeezing her fingers, her amber eyes shining:

“Can you feel that I love you now?”

Su Huaiwang lowered her head, looking at their clasped hands, and suddenly felt lost:

“Is it worth it?”

“What?” Lin Jue tilted her head slightly.

“I mean, why me?”

“Why what? Is there someone else besides you?”

Su Huaiwang opened her mouth but no sound came out.

Her throat felt dry. It took all her strength to utter a sound: “There are many people more worthy of love than me; there are many things in the world that bring happiness besides love.”

Why must she be so fixated on loving her? Why must she change herself for the sake of loving her?

A heavy sense of guilt weighed on Su Huaiwang’s heart.

She didn’t like seeing others change themselves for her. She wasn’t worth anyone doing that, and certainly not worth anyone making loving her the goal of their life.

She subconsciously felt sorry for Lin Jue.

But Lin Jue seemed to misunderstand the meaning of her words:

“But I only want you. I don’t want anyone else.”

“There are many people who would choose to save you in that situation,” Su Huaiwang pursed her lips: “Anyone with a normal moral compass would do it. They might even do better than me.”

“But the fact is that only you did it.”

“That’s because you only met me. If you had met more people—”

Her voice cut off abruptly.

Su Huaiwang saw tears flowing from the girl’s eyes.

The girl’s eyes were red, which made her look even more pitiful against her pale skin.

Her voice trembled: “So, you’re still… going to reject me?”

Su Huaiwang panicked, leaning in to wipe her tears with the pad of her thumb: “No! That’s not what I mean.”

“But you clearly want to push me away.”

The girl’s tears flowed more and more, soaking almost Su Huaiwang’s entire hand.

Su Huaiwang felt a little confused. Can ghosts cry too?

“Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I can change.” The girl looked at her with moist eyes, like a plea.

Su Huaiwang instinctively answered: “No, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then,” Lin Jue held her hand, gripping it tightly, almost painfully: “Can you be with me now?”

Before Su Huaiwang could answer, Lin Jue eagerly interjected: “As long as I can be with you, I’ll do whatever you want! I can do anything!”

Su Huaiwang was silent.

Lin Jue pressed her forehead against Su Huaiwang’s hand, a cool, soft touch: “Please…”

Su Huaiwang looked at her like this. The words of explanation were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t let them out.

She only sighed, pulled the person into her embrace, and gently patted her back: “That’s not what I meant to say… Never mind.”

Lin Jue nestled on her shoulder, still crying quietly: “Now that I’ve told you everything, do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then do you love me?”

“…I don’t know.”

The word love was too heavy. Su Huaiwang couldn’t say it.

Her feelings for Lin Jue were never as profound as Lin Jue’s feelings for her.

A little bit of affection, a little bit of lust, a little bit of need and reliance—these constituted her liking.

She had thought Lin Jue’s liking for her was the same, but only when Lin Jue confessed everything to her did she suddenly realize that she and Lin Jue were completely different.

Su Huaiwang rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit regretful.

If only she hadn’t said those ambiguous words to Lin Jue, she only wanted a romantic confession, not for Lin Jue to lay everything bare.

Sometimes, the truth isn’t a good thing. If she hadn’t known all this, Su Huaiwang’s feelings wouldn’t be so complicated right now.

Lin Jue was still buried in her shoulder. Her tears had soaked the fabric, clinging to her, feeling chillingly cold.

The girl’s originally clear voice was now muffled: “Then do you like me?”

“I like you.”

Su Huaiwang didn’t hesitate this time.

“That’s good.”

The wraith stopped her tears. Her kisses landed stickily on Su Huaiwang’s neck: “I want to kiss you.”

Before Su Huaiwang could respond, the soft lips moved upward.

Lin Jue stood on her toes, rubbing against Su Huaiwang’s earlobe.

After a few tentative probes with her lips and tongue, the pale ear was instantly filled with pink blood rushing to the surface.

A ticklish, strange sensation swirled in her brain. Su Huaiwang’s mind felt clouded. She was dizzily led onto the bed by Lin Jue.

The girl lay down on the bed, still hugging her neck. Her black hair fanned out. A few tear streaks still lingered on her flower-like smile.

It was the first time Su Huaiwang realized that she could describe this beautiful, delicate face, seemingly untouched by the mortal world, as seductive.

Lin Jue kissed her, from her lips to her chin, and then to her earlobe.

A watery sound rang out in close proximity. The girl playfully bit and licked the roundness of the earlobe.

Su Huaiwang didn’t want to be so helpless, but the girl knew every sensitive spot on her body too well.

The sounds escaping her lips felt foreign to her. In her daze, she didn’t even notice Lin Jue’s hands, which were hugging her neck, quietly leaving.

Her elbows propped up on either side of the person’s head below her, quickly turning red and weak. With a slight loss of strength, she collapsed onto the person’s face.

Lin Jue should have been soft, but in this moment, she became sharp-edged, grinding against her senses like a file until they became numb and obedient.

“Are you tired?” Lin Jue’s muffled voice came.

Su Huaiwang desperately nodded, fighting the urge to beg for mercy, hoping she would let her go now.

“Ah!”

A gasp of surprise.

Then she could no longer hold back. Scream after scream, mixed with sobs.

“Let go of me…! I don’t want to! Take it away!”

Lin Jue kissed the tremors on her neck obsessively, her gaze looking backward.

Grayish-white mist lifted her ankles, creeping upwards. The wet, cold sensation made Su Huaiwang shiver uncontrollably.

Lin Jue comforted her: “This way, you won’t be tired anymore.”

“It’s too weird!” Su Huaiwang’s eyes were unfocused, still retaining a sliver of rationality.

“It will feel very good.” She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Lin Jue seemed to be coaxing her.

But when she looked, the girl immediately showed a perfectly sincere smile.

Su Huaiwang had to believe her.

“Mmm… Ha…”

A strange sensation spread throughout her, like the mucus of a snail, or cold cotton wool.

It teased her, pressed her, rubbed her, making her cold from the outside in, and then hot from the inside out.

“So strange, Lin Jue, so strange…”

Lin Jue also looked down, seeming not to understand what she was saying.

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels good…” Su Huaiwang gasped. She was unusually honest at times like this.

“That’s great.” A hint of surprise and satisfaction flashed in the girl’s eyes: “I will definitely satisfy you.”

“So…” She leaned close to Su Huaiwang’s ear. The grayish-white mist also crept closer, cautiously teasing the fine hairs on the woman’s ear: “Only like me, okay?”

“Only, only like you… Mmm…” The person being tormented was flushed, already incoherent, not knowing what she was answering.

The person below heard the answer and immediately hugged her, so excited that her pale face was tinged with blood color: “I love you.”

But this time, Su Huaiwang couldn’t respond to her anymore. The master was excited, and the grayish-white mist was equally excited, surging wildly, aggressively striking at the places it liked.

The woman rolled her eyes, unable to even make a sound.

A drizzling sound. The mist became damp.

It was the first time it had rained in the small world.

Lin Jue felt the stiffness and burning heat of the person on her, sighing contentedly: “Only do this with me, okay? See, I have never disappointed you.”

The dazed person finally recovered, feeling the still-surging impulse within her body, and tears rolled down.

This time, it was finally her turn to cry.