Lightning flickered in the rainy night, illuminating the big Bed inside the room and casting a bright, radiant glow on the girl’s slightly flushed face.
“Uh
Half asleep and half awake, Song Qiuyu didn’t pay it any mind.
It wasn’t until the red fabric of her short T-shirt rolled up further, gathering more wrinkles and sending a strong sensation across her skin, that she finally woke up.
Jiang Xiao…
Touching me?!
Before Song Qiuyu could snap out of it, a broad palm with long, slender fingers kept stroking, moving upward.
Never having been treated like this before, Song Qiuyu lay helplessly frozen on the Bed, her slender body trembling slightly.
Her mind was a complete fog.
She had absolutely no idea what was happening right now!
What is Jiang Xiao doing?
It couldn’t possibly be what she’s thinking, right? How could that be possible…
Jiang Xiao would never do something like that to her!
Her agitation only made her already strong urge to pee even harder to bear.
She really couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to open her eyes to catch him in the act, but before she could, all the shameful things Shen Xi had done in the past flashed before her eyes.
Song Qiuyu’s attempt to open her eyes paused, and for some reason, a strange thought popped into her head.
She owed Jiang Xiao so much already—would it matter if she let him touch her a few more times…?
But…
Jiang Xiao’s hand was getting more and more out of line…
No, no, no!
This can’t go on. Something bad will happen!
She could feel certain parts of her body starting to stir under Jiang Xiao’s hand, every pass of his palm leaving behind a trail of heat.
No matter what, she couldn’t let Jiang Xiao keep touching her like this.
She restlessly twisted her body and shifted backward,
Her back was already pressed against the edge of the Bed; any further and she’d fall off.
She could even feel a chill coming from behind, and a strong sense of unease surged in her heart.
After watching a horror movie or hearing a ghost story, people have a strong urge not to move past the edge of the Bed or the blanket.
The moment you go past it, a powerful anxiety takes hold.
As if a ghost hand might reach out from under the Bed.
Just as Song Qiuyu was torn about whether to go back to sleep,
Jiang Xiao wouldn’t let her go, pressing her back down and pushing her back.
He opened his palm, carefully rubbing the soft, smooth skin beneath, but strangely, he didn’t move toward the place she thought he would. Instead, he just kept moving between two fixed points, back and forth.
“Mm.
The temperature difference gradually faded, and Song Qiuyu’s neck and ears were now bright red, ripples of indescribable emotion rising from deep within her heart.
Her heartbeat was out of control.
She pressed her lips together, steeled herself, and suddenly opened her eyes, reaching out at the same time to grab his hand.
She had a duty to stop Jiang Xiao—not as Shen Xi, but as Song Qiuyu!
If anyone else saw what Jiang Xiao was doing right now, he’d be scolded to death, looked down on by everyone!
If that happened, the debt she owed Jiang Xiao would be impossible to repay.
But when she opened her eyes, what she saw was Jiang Xiao’s sleeping face.
Song Qiuyu’s mind went blank for a moment, and her hand, poised to catch Jiang Xiao, stopped in midair.
Realizing that it was just an unconscious movement in his sleep, her expression slipped out of control, and she sucked in a cold breath in shame and frustration, biting her lip.
Ha, what kind of dream is Jiang Xiao having? Could it be that kind of shameful dream?
Or is this guy just a terrible sleeper, always grabbing things in his sleep?
“Damn it…”
Song Qiuyu bit her lip, glared downward, and wanted to catch his hand, but now she hesitated.
If Jiang Xiao found out he did this, would he think there was something wrong with him?
Would he be wracked with guilt…?
Song Qiuyu couldn’t take being touched anymore. After a struggle, she carefully grabbed his hand and gently pulled it down.
Afraid of waking Jiang Xiao by being too rough, she could only move gently.
But halfway through, her grip slipped, and Jiang Xiao’s hand landed with a barely audible “pa”—right on her butt.
“Still kneading!”
Song Qiuyu glared at Jiang Xiao’s sleeping face, blushing furiously as she yanked his hand away.
The culprit was gone, but the lingering itch remained.
She felt uncomfortable all over, goosebumps rising on her skin.
But as someone with a mountain of guilt, she could only swallow her bitterness, keeping the matter to herself and telling no one.
She could only think of tonight as a little atonement.
Jiang Xiao, this pure-hearted little virgin, had dreamed for six years, and finally tonight he’d managed to feel up Shen Xi’s waist! He even pinched her butt, though he didn’t even know it himself.
Just as she was relaxing and thinking about whether she should go to the bathroom, Jiang Xiao suddenly mumbled in his sleep: “Xi’er…”
As Jiang Xiao’s warm breath brushed her face at close range, Song Qiuyu’s pupils shrank, her heart pounding like a drum, every nerve in her body stretched tight.
The thunder outside had stopped for a while now, and in the quiet room,
She could clearly hear her own increasingly frantic heartbeat and the sound of everyone else sleeping. All these sounds tangled together, but she could still pick out her own—and Jiang Xiao’s.
They were so close that Jiang Xiao’s lips were less than two inches from hers.
Only now did she realize how dangerous Jiang Xiao’s move pressing her lower back had been. If he’d used a little more force, they might have kissed.
Things just got even more complicated.
But then again, Jiang Xiao had just called out…
Xi’er?
Song Qiuyu held her breath.
She could easily imagine Jiang Xiao’s dream—nothing more than those ambiguous things he wanted to do to his first love but couldn’t anymore.
But she herself had dreamed of Jiang Xiao doing those things to her before,
So she probably had no right to say anything.
Wait…
If it really was that kind of dream…
Song Qiuyu looked down, but the darkness under the covers made it impossible to see what was happening under the blanket.
At that moment, Jiang Xiao’s lips moved again, as if he was about to say more.
Song Qiuyu’s heartbeat sped up. She wanted to cover Jiang Xiao’s mouth,
She didn’t want to hear it, didn’t dare to.
“Your Cat is so cute.”
Jiang Xiao smiled.
“?”
Song Qiuyu was dumbfounded.
She’d been expecting something dirty, like “Xi’er, you’re so soft,” or something, but this?
Wait, Cat? What Cat? Did Shen Xi even have a Cat? Wouldn’t she know if she did?
The English word for cat seems to have a word that’s a bit similar to that part of a woman’s body…
Could it be…
She was completely dumbfounded for a few seconds.
Uh, wait, that can’t be right. Who dreams in English anyway?
At that moment, Song Qiuyu suddenly remembered—she didn’t have a cat herself, but her neighbor did.
Maybe she pointed at her neighbor’s cat and lied, saying it was hers.
So that’s why Jiang Xiao acted like that towards her before. Was he petting a cat in the dream?
Haki Xiao, that guy!
Jiang Xiao’s hand, which had been caught, shrank back slightly.
Sensing this sharply, Song Qiuyu couldn’t care about being afraid of ghosts anymore. She quickly let go of his hand and immediately lifted the blanket.
Barefoot, she slipped on her slippers and didn’t waste a single second as she escaped straight toward the toilet.
The first thing she did upon entering the toilet was turn on the light.
Looking at herself in the mirror above the sink, her face was flushed from being so flustered. Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but lower her head in embarrassment.
Haki Xiao, that guy, is just too much…
But as soon as she lowered her head, she remembered the Script Murder plot.
In the middle of the night, when someone looks in the mirror, the ghost in the mirror would stare straight at the person when they lowered their head.
Thinking of this, Song Qiuyu suddenly felt her lower body tense up.
In the middle of the night, scaring herself…
She almost let it out in fright.
After confirming that there was nothing strange about her reflection in the mirror, she decided to hurry up and get it over with, then crawl back under the covers.
Between being groped and encountering a ghost, the ghost was definitely scarier…
She was about to take off her pants and squat down when she suddenly heard a series of strange banging noises coming from next door.
“Yikes!”