She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Just Curiosity, Just Jealousy

The mist suddenly arrived, spit out a car, and then dispersed.

The engine stopped. Lin Jue turned sideways, watched for a long time, and then reached out to poke the flushed cheek of the sleeping person.

“We’ve arrived.”

She leaned close to Su Huaiwang’s ear, calling her in a very low voice.

Warm breath puffed against Su Huaiwang’s face, a cozy, living-person temperature that was extremely comfortable for a ghost.

“Mmm…”

Struggling to open her eyes slightly, Su Huaiwang subconsciously frowned at her.

Shaking her head, she finally cleared her mind. She pulled away the small blanket covering her, and as if remembering something, she quickly looked back.

In the back seat, the two dogs and one cat were sleeping belly-up, their tongues slightly hanging out.

Su Huaiwang breathed a sigh of relief. She still remembered the Big Grey and Little Yellow she had seen the last time she woke up, who had been so unfamiliar they frightened her.

“Lin Jue…?”

“Yes, I’m here.” Lin Jue nodded gently at her, her eyes seemingly filled with stars.

Su Huaiwang couldn’t help but reach out and pinch her cheek.

“What is it?” Lin Jue obediently leaned her cheek closer.

Su Huaiwang didn’t answer her question, saying to herself: “Are you very cold? Your face is so cool.”

The skin under her palm was delicate and soft, but the flaw was that it was icy cold, like touching a piece of ice that had been rubbed until it was no longer rigid.

“Did I freeze you?” The girl’s voice was apologetic.

Just as Su Huaiwang was about to say no, the skin under her palm suddenly warmed up, becoming hot.

As if scalded, her hand jerked away from that area of skin.

Lin Jue was puzzled. She used her finger to poke the cheek that had uniquely heated up.

It was warm, not particularly hot. It should be a suitable temperature for a human.

She looked up blankly at the startled Su Huaiwang.

Su Huaiwang covered her palm, her lips twitching: “…It wasn’t a dream?”

“What do you mean?”

Su Huaiwang turned her head and saw Lin Jue looking at her with wide eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and poked her neck. The first poke was chilly, the second time it became the same temperature as her finger, comfortable and gentle.

Su Huaiwang looked up and saw the girl squinting, enjoying her intimacy. Feeling her gaze, she winked playfully and smugly.

Su Huaiwang sighed and withdrew her hand.

They had returned from the little world to the real world. The clinging mist had completely vanished. The high autumn sun shone down, making Su Huaiwang, who had been in the fog for a long time, slightly uncomfortable.

The woman shook her head. A shadow appeared above her head just in time, blocking most of the excessively bright light.

Su Huaiwang looked down. Lin Jue’s hand appeared on her pinky finger, gently swaying their linked pinkies.

The wraith’s good mood was completely unconcealed.

Su Huaiwang clicked her tongue. She didn’t shake her off but silently maneuvered her hand to interlock their fingers.

“Next time, there’s no need to…” Su Huaiwang paused, a faint blush creeping onto her face: “There’s no need to be so cautious.”

Lin Jue was delighted: “Mhm!”

“And, this, take it away,” Su Huaiwang pointed at the shadow above her head.

It was too strange. A sudden shadow popping up was practically challenging her materialistic worldview, ignoring the physics she had learned since elementary school.

“Okay.” Lin Jue responded. The moment the shadow was withdrawn, her porcelain-like hand went up again, shielding Su Huaiwang’s eyes.

“…”

Su Huaiwang shook her head helplessly, pulling the hand down: “You don’t have to do that. I’m not fragile.”

Lin Jue’s eyebrows were sadly knitted: “Got it…”

Turning around, where Su Huaiwang couldn’t see, the wraith’s expression quickly changed again.

She glared fiercely at the sun high in the sky. Grayish-white mist began to gather.

Su Huaiwang hadn’t noticed these changes yet. She checked her phone:

“Two in the afternoon. No wonder the sun is so strong.”

The three pets were still sleeping like logs. She had no choice but to open the back door and gently wake them up one by one.

“Oh, right,” she leaned halfway into the back seat of the car. Her voice came out muffled from inside the cabin: “Lin Jue?”

“Coming, what is it?” Lin Jue immediately gave up her struggle with the sun and trotted over, wagging her tail. She happened to see Su Huaiwang leaning over the back seat, a segment of her tender waist exposed beneath her T-shirt, gently rising and falling with her breathing.

Lin Jue was momentarily lost in thought.

“Could you help me grab the luggage first? They’re all sleeping as if they’re dead—”

Her voice abruptly stopped, followed by a startled sound: “What are you doing!”

The girl lowered her eyes. Her hand was resting on the small of the woman’s back. A bit of fabric covered her fingers extending inward, making them faintly visible.

Su Huaiwang’s waist was incredibly sensitive. The moment the hand touched her, her waist collapsed shamelessly. The sensation of another person’s touch unconsciously rubbed against that skin, making Su Huaiwang blush intensely, with a hint of plea in her eyes.

Unfortunately, the amber eyes were filled with clarity and seriousness.

“You’ll catch a cold.”

Lin Jue blinked, ingratiatingly. She moved her hand, pulling down the T-shirt for her.

Su Huaiwang almost choked. Her voice was strained: “Thank you so much.” Although she felt that her waist wouldn’t necessarily catch a cold being exposed for a moment, if Lin Jue’s icy-cold hand stayed on her waist any longer, she definitely would.

“You’re welcome.” Lin Jue showed a shy smile.

Su Huaiwang couldn’t shake the feeling that Lin Jue was like a puppy on its first day home, running around after its owner, trying hard to help and prove its usefulness.

Su Huaiwang shook her head, dismissing the absurd thought.

Little did she know that after she turned her head, Lin Jue stared at the area that was now completely covered for a few more seconds before reluctantly turning away.

By the time Big Grey and Little Yellow were standing beside her, still groggy, Lin Jue had already packed up all the luggage and had been waiting for a while.

Su Huaiwang looked at the small cat curled up in her arms, then at the large bags in Lin Jue’s hands, her eyes showing apology: “Sorry, it…”

Lin Jue immediately interjected: “It’s fine. I can take them.”

The girl’s eyes were shining. Su Huaiwang couldn’t bring herself to say what she intended to.

She pursed her lips and walked toward the house, holding the cat.

Lin Jue followed her. The luggage was supported in the air by grayish-white mist.

Su Huaiwang occasionally looked back at the mist, her expression quite complicated.

Lin Jue thought she understood her meaning and whispered: “Don’t worry. I have a lot of mist. The ones I’m using for you are my preserved ones. I won’t use them casually.”

Su Huaiwang really wanted to cover her ears so she wouldn’t hear what Lin Jue was saying.

Lin Jue, unaware that the person whose ears were bright red was cursing her in her heart, smiled contentedly and lightly hummed a tune.

“What song is that?” Su Huaiwang tilted her head to listen.

Lin Jue paused, answering honestly: “I don’t know.”

“You can’t remember?”

“Not exactly,” Lin Jue recalled: “I don’t have that memory.”

She then repeated the humming of that section.

“Actually, I only remember this part. It comes from an old woman’s memory. She was beaten to death by her husband for helping her daughter escape. This song was the lullaby her mother sang to her when she was little.”

Lin Jue looked a bit embarrassed: “I can sing others. Do you want to hear? Though I might not be able to sing a complete song.”

Her memories were too fragmented. Even piecing together a complete song was difficult for her.

“…No need.” Su Huaiwang was silent for a long time before answering: “I’m sorry I asked something I shouldn’t have.”

Lin Jue shook her head: “There’s nothing you shouldn’t ask. Anything you want to know, I will tell you.”

“Really?” Su Huaiwang stopped, turned, and looked into her eyes.

“Really.” Lin Jue’s lips held a slight smile, ready to answer any question she was about to ask with openness.

“Then—”

The question was interrupted. A sound slicing through the air arrived late. Su Huaiwang subconsciously turned her head, a flash of yellow appearing in the corner of her eye.

Lin Jue forcefully turned her head back.

Su Huaiwang looked puzzled.

Lin Jue explained: “That’s someone you shouldn’t see.”

The more Lin Jue said that, the more Su Huaiwang wanted to see. Lin Jue couldn’t win, so she reluctantly let go of the hand covering Su Huaiwang’s ear.

The person who came into view was indeed wearing a yellow robe, but not the imperial yellow. It was an arcane Taoist attire.

Surprisingly, it matched Lei Yinyin’s valiant, handsome face well. Su Huaiwang even had a moment where she felt she was looking at a heroic young woman in a wuxia film, riding the winds and clouds.

Only this heroine was less graceful at the moment. As soon as she saw Su Huaiwang looking, she hastily hid the sword in her hand behind her back.

“…Are you cosplaying?”

The Celestial Master’s face burned. Her usually loud voice became small: “No…”

Su Huaiwang scrutinized her entire outfit, focusing her gaze further back, aimed at the unseen area behind her.

“Then what is this…”

“…” Lei Yinyin was silent. After a long pause, she stammered: “I am, I am cosplaying.”

Lin Jue, behind her, couldn’t help but let out a snicker.

The small Celestial Master, who was completely red, immediately looked up and glared at her as if she wanted to swallow her whole.

Su Huaiwang gave her a strange look, her voice displeased: “What are you laughing at?”

Lin Jue had a bad feeling. She quickly stopped laughing, cautiously shifting her gaze upwards to look at Su Huaiwang: “Nothing… it’s just that what she’s wearing is actually the Celestial Master uniform, their internal uniform.”

“I see.” Su Huaiwang’s grim expression finally softened a bit.

She turned her head, meeting Lei Yinyin’s terrified expression.

Lei Yinyin pointed at Lin Jue, her face chalk-white as if smeared with putty: “You told her?”

Lin Jue instantly switched back to her impatient demeanor when addressing the Celestial Master: “Yes, so what? What we agreed on was that you couldn’t tell her, but we didn’t say I couldn’t tell her, did we?”

“How, how, how dare you…?” Lei Yinyin opened her mouth wide, sputtering.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Lin Jue raised an eyebrow, her chin held high, looking proud. As she spoke, she quietly grabbed Su Huaiwang’s hand, interlacing their fingers.

Su Huaiwang felt slightly uncomfortable being intimately held hand-in-hand by her. She cleared her throat, drawing their attention.

As expected, Lin Jue looked at her first.

She spoke: “Could I trouble you to take the things inside? I have something… I want to talk to her about.”

Lin Jue’s eyes widened, and her eyebrows subconsciously furrowed.

“What is it?”

Su Huaiwang felt that ever since Lin Jue confessed everything to her, her expressions had become more vivid.

“It’s about you,” Su Huaiwang said concisely.

No matter how reluctant Lin Jue was, she could only say okay.

She tugged the two dogs, led the cat, and walked toward the house, turning back every few steps.

Lei Yinyin received a sharp glare from Lin Jue every few seconds. Only after the other party disappeared into the house did she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Su Huaiwang, the enthusiastic citizen she was originally supposed to protect, walked up to her: “Shall we talk?”

Lei Yinyin forced a smile that was uglier than crying: “Okay.”