Chapter 89: Dreams at Night
After logging off the game and saying goodnight to Mr. Marshal, who had many pseudonyms, Tong Wanwan had a... rather bizarre dream.
The dream replayed the scene of them in the cave on Yeersen Island.
It was pitch black, and there were only her and Mr. Ives.
The man's black hair and eyes in the game also changed, returning to his original appearance.
The short silver hair is more eye-catching than the "white flash" in the cave; the golden eyes are brighter than the "fluorescent light" surrounding the body, and as brilliant as a shooting star.
In her dream, she looked puzzled and uttered the words she had asked in the darkness:
"Mr. Ives, are you afraid of the dark?"
The silver-haired man fell silent.
Tong Wanwan discovered that Mr. Marshal was often silent. In particular, when she asked something, he would always take two or three seconds to respond.
It’s like…some answers can only be said with certainty after careful consideration in one’s mind.
Sometimes, Tong Wanwan would inexplicably feel that the Marshal, who was of noble status, was always cautious and gave her room for maneuver when interacting with her.
“…”
As if she couldn't stand the silence, she asked what was on her mind at the moment: "Mr. Elvis, what are you afraid of?"
What are you really afraid of?
What would you really like to say?
Her heart was beating like a drum.
As if expecting a distant miracle.
The man held her hand tighter and tighter. After a moment, he slowly leaned closer.
Because they were so close, the silver and black hair were gently intertwined.
He opened his lips and uttered a word...
[Wanwan, Wanwan~] The 1551 system lowered its voice, eagerly waking her up, [Wake up!]
Tong Wanwan suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils trembling slightly.
When she realized that most of her body was hanging outside the bed, she realized that she was about to fall.
She used to sleep very well, but at this moment her sleeping posture looked like she was unconsciously approaching Mr. Marshal in a dream.
"Are you okay, Wanwan?" the system asked worriedly. "Didn't you have a lot of fun last night? Why did you have a nightmare?"
Tong Wanwan sat up. She was no longer sleepy, but still a little dazed.
"It wasn't a nightmare," she murmured.
[Eh? Was that a good dream?]
"..." Tong Wanwan nodded, then shook her head. She didn't know if this could be considered a good dream.
Before waking up, the Marshal's face, which was close to me, was still hidden deep in my mind for a long time.
"Mr. Elvis, what are you afraid of?" The question in the dream was still vivid in my mind.
In her dream, she discovered that the Marshal's eyelashes were very long. When he lowered his eyes, his slightly curled lashes trembled slightly, each one distinct. Blinking again and again, as light as a feather, they cast two beautiful fan-shaped arcs under his eyelids.
What he said was—
"I'm afraid you'll leave."
…
When Tong Wanwan woke up, it was still dark.
The system coaxed her into taking another nap. She obediently closed her eyes, but... she wasn't sleepy at all.
And suddenly, I wanted to go downstairs to see Mr. Marshal.
Tong Wanwan opened the door to the pet room and, as quietly as possible, walked over to the cushion where the little creature lay sleeping. The room was still dark, and she could only barely make out its small, furry form.
She squatted down, holding her chin, and stayed there for a long time watching even though she couldn't see clearly.
Why... did I dream about Mr. Marshal?
Is it because I've been seeing him recently?
Now that she thought about it, although Mr. Marshal had always stayed in her house in beast form, he would always appear by her side in human form in ways she could never imagine.
The first time was when I helped her in the lounge after the meeting.
The second time was after an “accidental encounter” and we visited a beautiful park together.
The third time was when I was a friend of Mr. Tracy and played holographic games with her all night.
The fourth time, which doesn't count, was in her dream, when he told her, "I'm afraid you'll leave"...
Every time they met, he would break her inherent impression of "Federal Marshal Ives".
That person is not out of reach.
Mr. Marshal purses his lips when unhappy, but his eyes brighten and become more beautiful when he's in a good mood; Mr. Marshal strives to find topics to talk about, speaking little but not unapproachable; Mr. Marshal becomes more and more integrated into her life, making her more and more curious...
She does not resist such "variables".
Tong Wanwan squatted until her calves were almost numb. She then reached out her hand and childishly made a pat on the head through the air, then stood up and left the room.
She didn't know that the little white lion heard her footsteps coming down the stairs from far away through the door and woke up at that moment.
If she suddenly turned around, she might find that there was a familiar pair of eyes following her from beginning to end.
It was still dark, but the darkness had already faded to its deepest and darkest layer.
There was a very comfortable rocking chair in the backyard. It was a good opportunity for Tong Wanwan to lie down in it, enjoy the breeze, and try to get some sleep.
Soon, Tong Wanwan felt something heavy in her arms. She opened her eyes and found that it was a little cutie that suddenly appeared. The little white lion had just stabilized its left paw and had not yet put down its right paw when it was caught by the girl who was still asleep.
"Cancan." She smiled, raised her hand, hugged it, and used it as a hand warmer.
The rocking chair is quite big, and can easily accommodate a slender girl and a small white ball.
"Are you still sleepy, Cancan?" Tong Wanwan closed her eyes and murmured, "The wind... is so comfortable, and the scent of roses is so nice."
"Sleep with me for a while."
She rubbed the little lion from time to time, occasionally touching the little guy's paws, and hooking its cute pink little pads, rubbing them again and again.
Soft.
As healing as this morning breeze carrying a faint floral scent.
For some reason, I feel very energetic when I am alone, but when I hold the little white lion, it feels like I am holding a sleeping pillow, and I feel sleepy again quickly.
Realizing that the strength of the person hugging it had weakened a lot, the little white lion stood up, tiptoed out of the rocking chair, ran back to the villa, and found a warm shawl on the sofa.
In order to prevent the edges of the shawl from falling to the ground, it crawled into the shawl and wrapped itself around it several times. After making sure that it would not get dirty by the ground, it wrapped itself in the shawl and ran all the way back to the back garden.
Then he jumped onto the rocking chair, unfolded his shawl little by little, and dragged it over the sleeping girl.
In order to prevent the shawl from slipping off, the little white lion pressed it with both paws, and closed his eyes as he got close to Tong Wanwan.
Slowly, the sky was dyed bright orange.
In the rocking chair, the girl and the little lion hugged each other.
The quiet and beautiful sleeping faces look like two angels, one big and one small.
(End of this chapter)
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