Chapter 86: The Horse is Falling
"You, you let me go first." The hand around his waist was like an iron ring, and Sang Luo's push and rejection could not shake him at all.
The man's hand was brimming with blood vessels, and his palm was burning hot, scalding Sang Luo's flesh through his shirt.
Obviously, that thing was extremely impressive, but Wenbreck still said innocently that he couldn't do it.
——Maybe not.
The lustful nightmare demon didn't even know how to have sex with anyone.
The man remained in this position for as long as Sang Luo struggled.
He didn't move, but he just wouldn't let go of Sang Luo.
Sang Luo felt it was a stretch, and was forced to press her body against Weinbreck in the missionary position.
This nightmare demon actually didn't move at all and didn't take any further action.
"Let me go." Sang Luo was tired. He stopped struggling and asked again.
"No," Weinbreck replied. "If I let you go, you'll run away."
Sang Luo thought, only a fool wouldn't run away. He was just trying to organize his words to fool this nightmare demon who said that obscene and simple, and simple and obscene.
Then the man suddenly complained with a hint of grievance: "I heard you call me stupid and try to trick me."
Sang Luo: "...No, how come you're smart one moment and stupid the next? Also, could you please stop listening to my thoughts? Even in a dream, I need privacy!"
He gave Weinbrake a good scolding, which made him feel even more aggrieved.
This face was really pleasing to her heart, and the aggrieved expression on it really made Sang Luo's heart soften for a moment.
Weinbreck kept looking at him with his droopy puppy eyes, looking aggrieved.
This made Sang Luo reflect on whether what he had just said was too harsh.
Forget it, I can’t explain it clearly to this non-human.
Sang Luo compromised. "Okay, I can teach you," he said. Seeing Gougou's eyes light up a little, he paused and quickly added, "But you can't practice this on me... I have a partner, and I can't do this with you. I'll teach you, and you can find a partner and practice it with him, okay?"
"If it works, it works. If it doesn't, forget it."
"If you can, don't come into my dreams again. If you can't...you can't come into my dreams again!"
As he spoke, Sang Luo became a little hysterical again.
He simply had no way to deal with this brain-dead nightmare. The shadow left by Weinbreck even made Sang cover his mouth tightly whenever he had a wet dream for half his life. He would first consider whether he was being possessed by some strange and supernatural thing again, rather than having a natural physiological reaction.
"Okay." To Sang Luo's surprise, Wen Blake agreed very readily.
The man didn't bargain at all, but looked at Sang Luo steadily, waiting for his instructions.
"You..." Sang Luo wondered, why was Wenbrake so forthright all of a sudden? Was he really willing to let him go? But he couldn't ask, or it would seem like he was regretting it... Better to focus on resolving the difficult situation at hand. "Close your eyes," Sang Luo commanded.
Weinbreck really closed his eyes.
His hand was still on Sang Luo's waist, probably to prevent Sang Luo from suddenly changing her mind and running away.
Sang Luo supported himself on the ground with one hand and pulled the collar of Wenblake's windbreaker with the other hand for leverage, and sat up a little.
He stretched out his hand and muttered, "I'll only teach you once, you better understand it..."
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Sang Luo felt that when he first imagined Mr. Hart's face, he was probably creating it according to the level of God's graduation project, otherwise how could Weinbreck be so handsome?
Her crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and not only her cheeks, but also the tip of her nose and chin were a little pink. The fragile and addicted expression on her face was like a broken jade bottle, which no longer had its noble appearance, but still made people want to divide up its priceless fragments.
He was so handsome that if it weren't for her sense of morality, Sang Luo would have been seduced by him.
Or rather, I have been tempted—
The big hand with full blood vessels imitated Sang Luo and touched him.
Only then did Sang Luo realize that she had actually reacted as well.
He grabbed Weinbrake's wrist and declined, "No, thank you."
Soon, he discovered that the water stains between his fingers were wiped back onto the man's body by his previous action.
They are sticky together, as if they have some secret feelings that cannot be revealed.
Wenbrake was puzzled: "But you look very..."
"No, I really don't need it!" Sang Luo said firmly.
The sticky feeling on his hand somewhat hindered his resolute attitude, so Sang Luo rubbed his hand on Wenblake's trouser leg to destroy the evidence.
As he was packing up, he suddenly remembered that he wanted to jump out of the hotel window outside the mirror.
Unexpectedly, he was pinched hard by Weinbreck.
"Ugh...are you fucking sick?" Sang Luo cursed angrily, "Why are you pinching me? Do you know that the human body is very fragile and can't be pinched casually? Let go!"
"Sang Luo, I am very happy and I want you to be happy too," Wenbrake explained.
Sang Luo thought, "No need for that. I don't want to help you in my dreams. When I wake up, I'll eat better than you think in reality..."
The human mind is a highway that the mouth can never catch up with, and it is a speed-unlimited version. With just a little association, the information has actually been quickly passed through.
Sang Luo thought that the knowledge accumulated from years of watching movies must not be known to the nightmare demon, otherwise he might do something... Sang Luo was horrified!
He looked like an old machine that had been out of repair for a long time, with a stiff expression and a pause in his neck as he slowly looked at Wenbrake.
Weinbreck was also looking at him.
Sang Luo: “…”
Weinbreck: "I see."
Sang Luo: “…”
Weinbreck: “Let’s try.”
Sang Luo thought for a few seconds, then repeated his old trick. He kicked the man hard in the chest, where he had just loosened his coat and was wearing a plain white shirt.
Then he quickly got up, ran back to the hotel room, put one hand on the windowsill of the wide-open window, and jumped down with his eyes closed.
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Sang Luo returned to reality.
In reality, in the Victorian-style love suite, Sang Luo was carefully placed on the bed by her partner last night, and she took off her coat and covered herself with a quilt.
After a brief period of palpitations, Sang Luo rubbed his throbbing solar plexus while closing his eyes and trying to regulate his heart rate and breathing.
He had to calm down his morning erection so that he could hide it from his lover beside him, and from himself, that he had not had any erotic dream last night and had not had any reaction to the dream.
Sang Luo forgot that as a man, he didn't need to make any explanation for this. It was just the instinct of the body.
But under the inexplicable guilt, he just wanted to hide these traces.
Only after all the incriminating evidence about the dream was hidden did Sang Luo slowly open his eyes.
It is early morning now, and because the hotel is close to the forest, we can hear the pleasant chirping of birds and the rustling of trees.
The fresh music of nature soothed Sang Luo's tense nerves a little.
After taking a long breath, Sang Luo decided to put the things in his dream behind him and enjoy this beautiful morning.
And in the dim morning light, he took a good look at the mysterious lover sleeping beside him.
Sang Luo turned over with joy and looked to the side——
Sharp facial features like those carved by a knife or an axe, delicate and deep facial features, and black curly hair that is as melancholy and fragmented as that of a down-and-out painter.
It's Winbreck.
Sang Luo's heart stopped.
He couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and pinched his arm, but the pain from his nerve endings was so real.
This couldn't possibly be a dream.
Sang Luo lifted the quilt with trembling hands again to look at the man's chest.
There was indeed a shoe print there.
It was Wenblake, for sure. Sang Luo got up and wanted to run away. He was scared to death that this nightmare demon actually caught up with him into reality.
But the moment she turned around, she was grabbed by the waist and pulled into the arms of the person behind her.
"Sang Luo, don't run." The warm lips rubbed against Sang Luo's neck as if patrolling the territory, causing goose bumps all over the young man's body.
"Why are you here?" Sang Luo didn't dare to act rashly. He swallowed nervously and asked, "Where is my partner? What did you do to him... Mr. Hart? Mr. Hart!"
Sang Luo shouted loudly, but no one responded.
But the man behind him who was kissing his neck paused slightly.
Although she was terrified, out of concern for her lover, Sang Luo was really afraid that this seemingly harmless nightmare demon would go crazy enough to attack Mr. Hart because of his obsession with her.
Sang Luo opened his eyes wide and scanned the bedroom he was facing, but found nothing.
"Mr. Hart..." Tears of fear accumulated in his eyelids. Sang Luo's mind was in a mess. He wondered if Mr. Hart had met with an accident?
But the next second, Sang Luo heard a vague agreement: "Yeah."
It came from the mouth of Weinbrek who was holding him from behind.
Sang Luo was stunned.
Thousands of thoughts passed through his mind.
His voice trembled, his tone rose, and he called out again in disbelief: "Mr. Hart?"
"Yeah, I'm here." A low voice sounded in his ears.
Yesterday afternoon, when Sang Luo was chatting with a familiar waitress at the Dream Tavern, some guesses about the sleep demon and the nightmare flashed through his mind.
Sang Luo was almost about to unveil his veil, but Mr. Hart came over and interrupted his thoughts.
Coincidentally, Mr. Hart didn't care at all whether he was an illegal immigrant without any identification. He took the initiative to say that he knew a very remote road, and then took him through the dense foggy forest.
Then he pretended to be lost to make her give up on her own initiative - he never wanted to take her away from the Red Pomegranate Town!
Mr. Hart is not a local, Mr. Hart loves his ghost stories, Mr. Hart has never revealed his background, and Mr. Hart always becomes a flirt the day after he has a dream...
Weinbreck thought he was very interesting. He came to the dream because of his own story. He slept where Mr. Hart should have been. He answered Mr. Hart when he called him.
Sang Luo's guess was true: the nightmare demon had a physical body, and was lurking in the town, lurking around him.
Mr. Hart is the nightmare.
Mr. Hart, who helped me and made me fall in love in reality, and Weinbreck, who was entangled with me and made me afraid in my dream, are the same person.
The big hand on his waist was still teasing him. This was the foreplay he had taught him not long ago.
But Sang Luo was not pleased at all, he just felt it was unreal.
"Weinbrek." Sang Luo called him in a low voice.
"Yeah." The man answered with the same certainty as before.
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