She Comes Into My Dreams Every Night - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: The So-Called Love

When Su Huaiwang came out of Lei Yinyin’s house, the sun was no longer as intense as before.

It was getting late. She narrowed her eyes and looked up at the sky.

Her stomach rumbled belatedly. Only then did Su Huaiwang realize she hadn’t eaten lunch.

At the time, she and Lin Jue were entangled in bed, having completely lost track of time and space.

Lin Jue had been concerned about her, asking if she wanted to eat first.

But Su Huaiwang was the type of person who plays hard to get at first, but once she got into the mood, she became incredibly clingy, grabbing the other’s wrist, her eyes teary, refusing to let them leave.

Lin Jue had no choice but to indulge her, feeding her a few mouthfuls of some unknown liquid.

The sweet liquid flowed down her throat, instantly eliminating the hunger in her stomach. Her lower abdomen warmed, allowing Su Huaiwang to cling to her for a few more rounds.

The memory made Su Huaiwang’s face flush.

She was… too shameless. Tu Zhizhuo was right; the more repressed a person is, the more likely they are to engage in unconventional behavior. They say, “With a full stomach and warmth comes lust,” but how could she transform her appetite into lust? It was completely illogical.

Su Huaiwang sighed and sent a message to Lin Jue on her phone.

Lin Jue’s reply was as quick as ever.

【Lin Jue】: Everything’s packed up, but I’m not home right now. Should I come back?

Slightly puzzled, Su Huaiwang continued to type.

【Su Huaiwang】: Then where are you?

【Lin Jue】: On the hillside behind the house, the place we often go to.

Su Huaiwang replied, “I’m coming to find you,” and put her phone away.

She rubbed her stomach. Actually, on second thought, she wasn’t that hungry, and besides, it wasn’t dinner time yet. Eating early wasn’t ideal.

Overall, the core idea was only one: finding Lin Jue was more important.

She wanted to see Lin Jue now.

On the sun-drenched hillside, Su Huaiwang slowly ambled.

Summer had just passed. The vegetation was still lush. When autumn deepened, the hillside would be covered with fallen, yellow broad leaves.

Su Huaiwang didn’t know why, even though there were only a few deciduous trees, it gave the impression of a whole deciduous forest.

She and Lin Jue used to frequent this spot for walks and sketching.

The slope here wasn’t steep, and the path was flat. Even for Su Huaiwang, climbing it wasn’t strenuous.

As soon as she saw Lin Jue’s small silhouette in the distance, a warm current rushed through her heart.

Perhaps this was what love felt like: joy upon seeing the other person, and longing when separated.

Such an obvious manifestation, yet her former self was unwilling to face it, desperately hypnotizing herself that it wasn’t love.

The thought made Su Huaiwang want to laugh a little.

She lowered her gaze, lost in thought, and when she looked up again, a delicate face was magnified in front of her.

“!”

Su Huaiwang’s heart pounded violently. She was certain this wasn’t the pounding of love but of fright.

“Don’t, don’t suddenly get so close. It’s a bit scary,” she said weakly, catching her breath.

Lin Jue didn’t understand why, but she readily apologized:

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” She had just seen Su Huaiwang and, remembering that Su Huaiwang had accepted the fact that she was a ghost, she was inevitably a little excited.

Su Huaiwang looked at her obedient expression. The annoyance that had been building up in her heart just couldn’t ignite.

She coughed lightly, subtly closing the distance between them, and lightly hooked her pinky around Lin Jue’s:

“Why did you run over? Aren’t you going to continue painting?” Su Huaiwang saw the easel Lin Jue had been facing.

A smile hung on Lin Jue’s face. She changed their loosely hooked hands into a tight clasp:

“I saw you, so I didn’t feel like painting anymore.”

Feeling her face warm, Su Huaiwang quickly led her upwards, as if trying to cover up her feelings.

Lin Jue obediently followed behind her, her eyes shining, like light crushed and kneaded into her pupils, only to forever illuminate the figure of the person ahead.

The path wasn’t long, and they walked leisurely. Su Huaiwang seized the opportunity to ask her:

“So, were you an art major before you died? No wonder you like painting so much.”

Lin Jue contemplated: “I wasn’t that keen on it. After all, I am not purely ‘Lin Jue.’ Of course, I’m happy when I paint, but when I’m alone, I don’t particularly feel like painting.”

Su Huaiwang subconsciously asked: “Then what do you usually do when you’re alone?”

“Thinking about you.” Without any hesitation, the cheesy words flowed out from those perfectly shaped, thin lips.

Lin Jue looked at her with gentle, clear eyes, unblinking. Every detail proved that she was telling the truth.

Su Huaiwang began to regret asking her these things.

No matter what she asked, Lin Jue would eventually steer the conversation back to her straightforward affection.

Her face was already thoroughly reddened by the continuous onslaught. This couldn’t be blamed on her. After all, a conservative East Asian person like her hadn’t been exposed to direct compliments and affection since childhood. It was normal to feel uncomfortable now.

Lin Jue didn’t know what she was thinking, only expressing her love profusely.

Because of this, Su Huaiwang felt awkward no matter how she tried to respond.

“…Developing interests is also very important.” After a long moment, her feverish brain finally supplied this phrase to break the tension. Su Huaiwang felt embarrassed saying it, wishing she could shrink her head into her neck and avoid looking at Lin Jue.

The clear, cold voice laughed. The meaning behind the smile made Su Huaiwang not want to look at her: “Okay.”

Su Huaiwang sighed helplessly, forced to change the subject abruptly: “Then why did you suddenly feel like painting today?”

“Because I’m very happy.”

“Very happy?”

The words “Is there something worth being happy about?” were almost out, but Su Huaiwang quickly suppressed them.

So Lin Jue continued:

“Wraiths rarely have such pure positive emotions, so I’m actually not sure what I should be doing at this time. But if it were ‘Lin Jue,’ she would probably rush to paint a picture before the emotion faded…”

“So you came to the hillside to paint?”

“Mhm.” The end of Lin Jue’s sentence drifted slightly upward when she spoke, carrying a rare youthful vitality.

Su Huaiwang was also infected with a bit of happiness. They had reached the easel as they walked. She casually rested her hand on the easel, asking with a smile:

“Then can I see what you painted?”

Lin Jue hesitated, cautiously looking up at her: “If you don’t mind that it’s a half-finished product…”

Su Huaiwang felt a bit strange.

Why would she mind if it was half-finished?

Although she thought this, she still replied: “I won’t.”

Lin Jue immediately beamed. The wind on the hillside, which had been tense and still, now blew gently and warmly again.

The curve of Su Huaiwang’s smile deepened. She turned around, facing the content on the easel.

“…”

She couldn’t smile anymore.

It seemed Lin Jue’s statement, “When I’m alone, I generally think about you,” was true.

The painting on the paper featured her. Strictly speaking, it was half of her.

Because Lin Jue hadn’t finished painting the lower body.

But judging from the bare upper body, the wraith’s painting skills were excellent, depicting the woman’s confused expression with her eyes closed and the folds of the bedsheet vividly.

It made the painting beautiful, seductive, and mysterious.

The only drawback was that the person in the painting

was her.

The smile on Su Huaiwang’s face instantly froze. Her lips twitched, unable to speak.

Lin Jue was still waiting for her compliment on the side, occasionally glancing at her with shy, small eyes.

It seemed like Lin Jue had often done these things since she first started painting with her?

Memories unsuitably flooded Su Huaiwang’s mind.

She had forgotten how many paintings Lin Jue had done of her. Now, there was one more.

And it was a nude.

Could it be that the world they were in was some sort of lesbian art film world? Did it have to include a “May I draw you” scene to be artsy enough?

Su Huaiwang didn’t understand, and she didn’t want to.

With trembling hands, she lowered the paper. Her body moved with lightning speed, blocking the painting:

“I suddenly remembered something.”

“Huh? What is it?” Lin Jue’s attention immediately shifted from the painting to her.

“For a period of time,” Su Huaiwang paused, organizing her words: “I kept having strange dreams. At the time, I thought it was a psychological issue. Now that I think about it carefully, something seems wrong. Are you related to this?”

She had phrased it very tactfully.

Lin Jue blinked, her eyes curving into a smile: “Are you talking about your erotic dreams? I made them.”

Su Huaiwang gasped: “You…”

So it wasn’t her own period of lust, but she was being clung to by a dirty thing!

“What’s wrong?” Lin Jue tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

“You still ask what’s wrong…” Su Huaiwang was about to speak, but then remembered that the wraith might not understand human ethics and morality. She forcibly swallowed the words that were right at her lips:

“Why would you do that?”

Lin Jue looked at her, suddenly moving closer. Her fair, slender finger rested on Su Huaiwang’s chest:

“Because I want to satisfy you.”

“Satisfy me?”

“Mhm,” Lin Jue affirmed, feeling the heart under her fingertip suddenly speed up: “Isn’t this what you wanted to do?”

“What I wanted to do…?” Su Huaiwang was stunned, seemingly turning into a repeater that could only parrot the end of her sentence.

She swallowed. Her eyes were uncontrollably drawn to the skin beneath the girl’s dress.

Ghosts aren’t afraid of the cold. Lin Jue wasn’t dressed heavily, just a thin single layer. When she moved, large expanses of cool white skin on her shoulders and neck were exposed to Su Huaiwang.

Lin Jue’s breath was cold. She puffed lightly onto Su Huaiwang’s neck, making her shiver uncontrollably from the chill.

Su Huaiwang quickly pushed her away: “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

Lin Jue frowned slightly in dissatisfaction but still patiently answered Su Huaiwang: “I can see a person’s desires. I want to fulfill your desires, and your desire happens to be to make love with me.”

Su Huaiwang’s eyes widened, stammering: “My, my, my desire…?”

“What’s wrong?” The woman’s desire, which had just been slightly aroused, instantly extinguished. Lin Jue stopped trying to seduce her and looked nervously at Su Huaiwang.

Su Huaiwang covered her mouth, disbelief in her eyes: “So, you would be with me… because of my desire?”

Lin Jue keenly sensed a part of the woman’s words that she didn’t like, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“Yes,” she hesitated for a moment, then added: “But fulfilling your desire also makes me feel pleased. You don’t have to worry about that. If possible, I hope I can be the one to fulfill all your desires.”

“No, that’s wrong.” Su Huaiwang pushed Lin Jue away. This time she used real force. Lin Jue was momentarily caught off guard and staggered back several steps: “The problem isn’t there…”

“Then where is it? Did I do something wrong?” Lin Jue was anxious. The burning marks on her skin began to uncontrollably show, but she didn’t dare to step forward, only standing in place, asking in a rapid fire of questions.

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Su Huaiwang looked up, her smile pale: “I suddenly feel a bit hungry. Shall we go back and eat first, okay?”

Lin Jue didn’t believe her excuse. She looked as if she was about to cry: “Do you hate me now? Tell me, I’ll change.”

Su Huaiwang sighed, took a step forward, and held her hand: “I told you, it’s nothing.”

Lin Jue finally calmed down, resting her cheek against Su Huaiwang’s arm: “Really nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“Then can I sleep with you tonight?”

Su Huaiwang didn’t know why Lin Jue considered sleeping with her a standard for testing affection.

She took a deep breath:

“You can.”

Just sleeping. It’s not like anything else will happen.