Chapter 41: Jealousy of the dim moonlight. In a dream...
The moonlight is dim.
In the dream, Su Huaiwang was a little confused as to why the usual visitor was late today.
She lay in a pure white dream, looking up at the sky, seeing fleeting lights and shadows.
Apart from nightmares, there weren't many dreams left in her dreams. The few dreams she had were floating on the surface of her brain, unable to form a complete story. They could only be described as fleeting illusions that occasionally floated by.
Now, visitors are the only thing she dreams about.
She was looking forward to her coming, but not that much.
Maybe she could learn to dream again during the time she missed her appointment.
My thoughts are like wild horses, floating around in my dreams.
A pair of hands suddenly covered her chin from top to bottom, and with just a little force, she raised her head.
Su Huaiwang saw the face of the visitor in his dream. It was still peaceful and beautiful. The drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on the pale face. It was indescribably creepy, yet extremely attractive.
She also stretched out her hands, moved up along the sides of the girl's cheeks, and held her head.
The visitor knew what she wanted to do, as always.
She used some force but failed to move him. He stuck to the spot like glue, his amber eyes like inorganic glass beads, just staring at her.
Su Huaiwang climbed up from the soft ground, and her eyeballs moved with her movements.
Without hesitation for a moment, she leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips coquettishly.
But the other party still didn't move. Above, the surface of the dream dissipated like foam, forming a question mark.
Su Huaiwang patted her face suspiciously.
The shot wasn't heavy, and she had no hope of actually getting an answer.
I don't know why, but the other party rarely speaks.
She didn't mind and reached out to hug her.
Just when she thought that tonight would pass like this, the other party suddenly spoke:
"Su Huaiwang."
"?"
In an instant, his originally chaotic and drowsy brain seemed to wake up suddenly. Su Huaiwang opened his eyes wide and pushed the girl in his arms away.
After pushing it away, she looked at her hands again, not knowing what she had done.
Lin Jue was not surprised by her reaction.
She straightened her body that had been pushed to the side and fixed her eyes on Su Huaiwang:
"What is the relationship between you and me?"
Confused, Su Huaiwang answered in the amber halo:
"friend."
"Anything else?"
"I have a sexual attraction to you."
Without hesitation, her words were straightforward, something that Su Huaiwang in real life would never say.
Dreams can be used in many ways. Using them to weave sweet dreams or nightmares is just the most basic means.
Furthermore, it is an abbreviation of the human spirit, its true nature without the embellishment of language.
Su Huaiwang's dreams were never on guard against her. If Lin Jue wanted, she could get everything she wanted to know in this dream.
But she couldn't, at least she never dared before today.
Because a year ago, it was in this dream that she got the answer that made her feel so miserable.
In the dream, Su Huaiwang refused her request to stay with her and wanted to escape from her safe little world.
That group of heavenly masters couldn't kill her. What could really kill her was something that was always lost again.
Just like Su Huaiwang had her nightmares, Lin Jue also had her own nightmares. Before she met Su Huaiwang, she had nightmares filled with hatred day and night.
Until Su Huaiwang pulled her out of the nightmare and taught her what love is.
But the Taoist priest said that what she learned was not called love, but desire.
She had many desires for Su Huaiwang. Some were the desire to collect precious things, to raise pure white birds and beasts. If that were all, it wouldn't be so hateful, but she wanted both. She wanted Su Huaiwang's vibrant existence and his love.
She wrapped herself in lies, thinking that she could make Su Huaiwang fall in love with her in her dreams, but the facts proved that there was no chance of her succeeding.
Just like getting an unpleasant answer from the magic mirror in a fairy tale, she went crazy and smashed half of her territory.
There is no need to elaborate on the process. In the end, she let Su Huaiwang go and let the group of heavenly masters take Su Huaiwang away.
As she stared at their backs with her scarlet eyes in the lush forest, two thoughts tore at each other in her mind.
One is that she wants to find Su Huaiwang again, and the other is that she wants to learn to love and use love to exchange for Su Huaiwang's love.
She thought she had succeeded.
They say love is dedication, responsibility, action, spoken words, and the little things that accompany us every day.
She felt that she had done it, and she also felt that Su Huaiwang loved her.
But after Tu Zhizhuo appeared, she suddenly realized how much love she had in her hands.
She had read Tu Zhizhuo's fate and knew that he was very rich and had great luck. It was almost impossible for such a person to die young.
Tu Zhizhuo spent more than ten years with Su Huaiwang than she did, and she could never get them back.
She actually hoped that Tu Zhizhuo's dream could come true, that she could have known Su Huaiwang since childhood and be with her.
No, it should be before that, preferably before Su Huaiwang was just born into this world, when she was lurking in the shadow of the house watching her.
In this way, Tu Zhizhuo will definitely not be able to compete with her, because she will be the one who uses her love to run through Su Huaiwang's entire life.
And naturally, Su Huaiwang should repay her with all his life's love.
In this way, she received the best, most, most special and most unquestionable love.
But there are no ifs in the world.
She was almost going crazy with jealousy.
"Do you love me?"
She asked the question again, just as she had done a year ago when she first learned the word.
She still remembered that Su Huaiwang's answer at that time was decisive and without any hesitation.
She didn't dare to expect that the answer would change this time, but at least she hoped that Su Huaiwang would be less heartless this time.
Su Huaiwang in front of him widened his eyes slightly, as if he had heard some incomprehensible question.
Lin Jue breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart soon tightened again.
"...Then let me ask you another question. Do you love Tu Zhizhuo?"
This time, Su Huaiwang did not hesitate and said directly: "Love. As a friend, I love her very much."
Lin Jue felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave: "What about me? You said I am your friend too."
She moved closer to Su Huaiwang, and was about to cry.
Su Huaiwang suddenly panicked and clumsily kissed the corner of her lips to comfort her.
Lin Jue pushed her a little further away, frowned softly, and asked again seriously: "Do you love me?"
The person in the dream will not lie, no matter how much you feel sorry for her.
As expected, Su Huaiwang still did not give a direct answer.
“I don’t know,” she deflated. “That’s hard to answer.”
"But don't be sad." She looked at Lin Jue cautiously: "If you are sad, I will be sad too."
Lin Jue felt a little better: "Why is it so difficult to answer?"
Su Huaiwang frowned: "Why is it so difficult to answer? ...Why? I don't know? I can't figure it out."
It seems that this is a very complicated problem for Su Huaiwang's dream.
Lin Jue felt uneasy at not getting a positive answer, but at the same time, he was inexplicably happy.
Does this mean that she is a special person in Su Huaiwang's heart?
Even whether to love her requires careful consideration.
With this in mind, Lin Jue asked again, "Do you love Dahui, Xiaohuang, and Mimi?"
Su Huaiwang was very happy to be freed from the problem she was confused about. She smiled and said, "Love, so much love."
"What about me?"
Su Huaiwang fell into painful thoughts again.
Lin Jue looked at her quietly, still waiting for an answer.
After a long time, Su Huaiwang finally raised his head and met her eyes. His eyes were less confused. "If you want to answer this question, you must first determine what the definition of love is. For me, what exactly is love?"
Lin Jue frowned.
Finally, he sighed and held her face: "If you can't think of it, don't think about it."
If he thought about it any more, Su Huaiwang would wake up. Not only would he wake up, but he would also find that everything was wrong.
She had talked to her so much today that there was an 80% chance that Su Huaiwang would become suspicious when he woke up the next morning.
Thinking of this, Lin Jue sighed again.
Su Huaiwang, who had been silent the whole time, raised his hand and stroked her brow: "Why are you sighing?"
There were more and more questions about the dream, and Lin Jue wanted to tell her more, but he was afraid that after a few more sentences she would ask questions like "Am I dreaming?"
Once Su Huaiwang wakes up completely from the dream, her ugliness will be exposed.
She couldn't let this happen.
So she stood on tiptoe and kissed Su Huaiwang.
In her dreams, Su Huaiwang was always very honest and would not push her away, nor did she need to do so much preparation.
He opened his mouth obediently to respond to her and lingered with her.
The cold lips were stained with human warmth, and Lin Jue belatedly remembered that there was no rhythm of desire in the depths of his dream today.
In other words, Su Huaiwang fell asleep peacefully today, without any unsatisfied sexual impulses.
So now she can no longer use the excuse of satisfying Su Huaiwang's desire to cover up her behavior.
He had long been accustomed to kissing, and even when he was breathing heavily in between the entanglement of tongues, Su Huaiwang was indescribably delicate.
She grabbed the girl's clothes tightly, and a hand covered the back of her head at some point, pushing her deeper.
Su Huaiwang didn't hate this feeling.
When they separated, Su Huaiwang buried his head in Lin Jue's neck, and his legs consciously parted slightly.
"Hmm... I like it so much, like this..."
The woman squinted her eyes and felt comfortable with the gentle service.
Her words were intermittent, and the flushed hot air mixed with the unique fragrance of a young girl between her breaths made her brain feel dizzy.
Shrink.
Tremor.
She pattered in that beautiful hand.
Almost unable to stand.
The girl held her in her arms without saying a word.
She whispered in the girl's ear, saying how comfortable this place was and how much she liked that place.
The girl never responded to her, but just looked at her, her amber eyes heavy, and no one knew what she was thinking.
once.
twice.
three times.
Su Huaiwang instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
She couldn't stand in the end, but the other party still forced her to stand, even depriving her of her only point of support.
She leaned against a white wall that appeared out of nowhere, and was further separated.
The red fingers plucked and pulled randomly to relieve the tide that shouldn't have appeared tonight.
During the most chaotic moment, she could only keep calling out the name of the person beneath her: "Lin Jue, Lin Jue, I, I..."
The man stopped moving, stared at her, and asked her an unexpected question: "Would you do these things with Tu Zhizhuo?"
Su Huaiwang was shocked: "Definitely not!"
She saw a bright smile on Lin Jue's lips, which were still watery.
She said nothing and continued to lower her head, tirelessly.
The Taoist priest was right about one thing.
She was really good at discovering her own desires.
Still now.
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