Chapter 27 27 Is this a fetish?
Eh?
Has it progressed to being intimate so quickly?
They only fell in love at first level, and Su Xiaoyuan thought that the second level should at least involve holding hands or something. The progress bar of the Hehuan Sect was indeed not something that ordinary people could guess.
"What's next?"
It’s better to ask in advance so you can be mentally prepared.
The puppet pursed his lips and recited in a dull voice: "The third item, embracing each other; the fourth item, lips and tongues entwined; the fifth item, unbuttoning the belt and clothes; the sixth item, mandarin ducks playing in the water; the seventh item, jade toes teasing..."
"Okay, okay, let's talk about it later." Su Xiaoyuan interrupted him quickly with a red face.
Hearing the puppet say these strange things in a cold, mechanical voice comparable to that of AI made her toes curl up in shame.
"How many days are left for the second item's deadline?" Su Xiaoyuan asked.
"Five days." The puppet paused. "Do you want to practice?"
Su Xiaoyuan originally wanted to do a few exercises before going to bed while she was still fresh, but when she heard that there was plenty of time, she immediately started to procrastinate.
"Let's forget about it today... It's getting late, and I still need to go over some notes and stuff. I'll talk about it tomorrow."
Of course the puppet had no objection, he just nodded and left.
Su Xiaoyuan lay down and let out a long breath.
One day saved is one day better than another. Worry about tomorrow’s problems tomorrow. At least you can sleep well tonight.
She closed her eyes and began to fall asleep.
It can't be brewed.
The menstrual belt has a strong presence.
I didn't feel it just now when I was doing other things, but now that I'm lying quietly, the warmth flowing into my body seems particularly obvious.
This heat was a bit like the "yang heat" that the puppet gave her on the night of her dysmenorrhea, but it was much milder. It soon made her lower abdomen warm, and the original cold discomfort was dispelled. The heat spread to the tendons and veins all over her body, as if a stream of warm spring water was flowing in her body.
Very comfortable, a little too comfortable.
I can't help but remember the feeling of my hot hands gently massaging it in circles that day...
Stop! Don't think about it anymore!
She tried to focus elsewhere.
My legs hurt a little because I wore an ill-fitting and rough menstrual belt for a day and it rubbed my skin.
Pain is good, it won't make you think too much...
However, the next second Su Xiaoyuan remembered the feeling of the puppet's hot and wet tongue slowly licking the wound, and the back of her left hand seemed to become itchy again.
She subconsciously scratched it a few times, but the itch seemed to be buried under her skin and hidden in her blood vessels, and she couldn't scratch it away.
The worst thing was that the puppet's cold and monotonous voice began to resonate in my ears: "Rubbing ears together, hugging necks, lips and tongues..."
The puppet's beautiful eyes, cold expression, and inexplicable sense of abstinence appeared before my eyes...
Stop it! You dead brain, stop it!
Su Xiaoyuan's heart was beating like a drum and her face was so hot that it could boil an egg.
She pulled the quilt over her head, turned over to lie on her side, curled up her legs, and began to force herself to recite the periodic table of chemical elements.
Su Xiaoyuan hated chemistry the most when she was in school, but now chemistry has become her salvation and her god.
After getting stuck a few times, she was exhausted both physically and mentally by the chemistry and soon fell asleep.
…
The girl's heavy breathing could be heard from the room, and it was obvious that she was fast asleep.
Fu Tingyun hasn't meditated properly for several days.
Recently, entering a state of meditation is not as easy as before. I have to meditate, regulate my breathing, and clear away distracting thoughts first.
In fact, for ordinary cultivators, such a set of rules is normal. It is abnormal to be able to enter into meditation instantly at will like he did before.
Fu Tingyun didn't take these inconveniences to heart.
Sneaking into the spiritual palace, he glanced into the magic circle and saw a thin red ray as expected.
The red thread was no longer in the original corner, but it did not wrap around his little finger like before. The ball of thread was hidden behind a pillar, with only a small end of the thread exposed, as if observing him secretly.
Fu Tingyun glanced over and the thread shrank back.
Fu Tingyun raised the corner of his mouth: "What are you afraid of? I won't kill you."
He hadn't expected the red line to react, but it hesitated for a moment and actually floated out tentatively.
It stopped about ten feet away from him, hesitating and not daring to get any closer.
Fu Tingyun closed his eyes and pretended not to look at it anymore. In fact, in his spiritual palace, he could see everything even with his eyes closed.
But the red thread obviously didn't know, and floated over stupidly, first wrapping around his fingers as usual, and as if that was not enough, it stretched the end of the thread to the side of his face and gently touched his cheek.
Fu Tingyun pretended not to notice.
The red line touched his lips again.
Fu Tingyun suddenly opened his eyes and pinched it abruptly: "What bad things are you doing?"
The red line trembled at his fingertips and shrank into a drop of blood. The slight trembling spread from his fingertips to the tip of his heart, bringing him inexplicable pleasure.
Fu Tingyun held it in his palm and gently stroked it with his index finger: "You are so timid, yet you dare to provoke me? Be careful or I will eat you."
The blood drop trembled.
Fu Tingyun loosened his five fingers, and when the blood drop tried to escape, he closed them again, locking it inside like a cage.
He bent his little finger and said, "Wrap it around me."
The red thread was reluctant, yet it didn't dare to resist, so it finally wrapped itself around the body in circles.
"Wrap it tighter." Fu Tingyun said again.
The red line was very obedient, tightly wrapped around and around, like a thin red ring.
Fu Tingyun rubbed it lightly with the tip of his thumb with satisfaction: "Stay here and don't run away again."
There were still a few hours before dawn. Fu Tingyun sat quietly for a while, and suddenly remembered that Su Xiaoyuan once asked him if he would dream of puppet sheep.
He just felt confused, but she laughed to herself for a long time, and he didn't know what she was laughing at.
But he hadn't slept for many years.
It is normal for cultivators to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and practice day and night.
In comparison, letting the soul sink into chaos and leaving consciousness to dreams is a waste of time.
But he suddenly wanted to try it tonight.
So he lay down, closed his eyes, rubbed the "ring" on his little finger, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
The spiritual consciousness floated and swayed, passing through a thick white fog, and no one knew where it was flying to.
His feet suddenly landed on the ground, and he looked around. The surroundings were filled with an indissoluble white mist, and he could only see the area around him.
Despite this, he could tell that this was a strange world.
There is no such place in the three realms he is familiar with.
Su Xiaoyuan was sitting on a strangely shaped chair, with her head down, flipping through a strange book in a panic.
She was wearing strange clothes, and her hair was much shorter and tied tightly at the back of her head. She had no headband, only a short black rope to hold it together.
The clothes he was wearing were also very strange, tight and fitted, with a row of buttons on the front, which looked out of place.
He wanted to raise his hand to take a look, but found that he could not control his body.
There was an invisible force controlling his actions. He felt his brows furrowed, and then he couldn't help but let out an impatient sound: "Let's get started. What's the problem?"
Fu Tingyun suddenly realized that this was not his dream.
Perhaps because of the blood contract, he entered Su Xiaoyuan's dream.
…
Soon after Su Xiaoyuan fell asleep, she began to have chaotic dreams.
Suddenly, she heard the noisy sound of cicadas, and she woke up with a start. She looked around and found herself in a high school classroom.
The cicadas outside were chirping like thunder, and the students around me were busy writing.
At the podium was the middle-aged, balding chemistry teacher. He glanced at his watch and said, "There are only ten minutes left in the exam. Students who haven't finished yet, hurry up."
Su Xiaoyuan quickly looked down at the test paper on the table. The paper was blank, with only the class number and name filled in.
She quickly picked up her pen and began to read the questions.
The first question left her dumbfounded.
Which of the following elements is not contained in the puppet's saliva: A. Arsenic B. Nitrogen C. Magnesium D. Carbon
How would Su Xiaoyuan know the answer!
She skipped the multiple-choice questions and looked at the first essay question: Please write the reaction equation between the puppet's saliva and the main components of the blood.
Su Xiaoyuan's cerebellum and brain seemed to be shrinking together. She went back to the multiple-choice question above, guessed a bunch of Cs at random, and then began to rack her brains to think of the equation.
Just then, the bell rang.
"Time's up, hand in your paper," the chemistry teacher walked over to her desk, pulled out the mostly blank paper, and frowned, "Su Xiaoyuan, where were you paying attention in class? You got all your answers wrong! Zero points!"
Su Xiaoyuan lowered her head in shame.
The chemistry teacher said to the boy next to her, "Fu Tingyun, you are good at chemistry, teach her after class."
Su Xiaoyuan inexplicably felt that this name was very familiar in her dream, but she couldn't figure out where she had heard it. Is there this person in the class?
I have a vague impression that there seems to be such a person.
The strange yet overly good-looking deskmate gave her a cold look and said, "Okay."
Then suddenly the teacher and other classmates disappeared, leaving only her and the boy named Fu Tingyun.
It was the first time that Su Xiaoyuan was alone with such a good-looking person of the opposite sex, and her heart was pounding.
"Let's get started. What's wrong?" The student frowned, looking a little annoyed. He seemed unable to smile, and his voice and expression were cold.
"Oh!" Su Xiaoyuan took out a chemistry book and notebook from her schoolbag.
The words and symbols in the book seem to be dancing, and they don’t know what to do!
Su Xiaoyuan was so anxious that she wanted to cry, and she lowered her head and flipped through the book in a panic.
A white, slender, bony hand pushed her hand away from the book, picked up her book and notebook and threw them out.
"Reading books is useful? Are there answers in books?"
The boy questioned fiercely, and then elegantly brushed her pen, correction tape, and pencil case to the ground: "Stand up."
Su Xiaoyuan seemed to have made some big mistake and stood up obediently.
"Which question do you not understand?"
"Puppet... the composition of the puppet's saliva, and the reaction formula..."
"It's so simple. You'll know after you react once." Fu Tingyun said calmly.
Su Xiaoyuan actually felt that what he said made sense.
Yes, it’s so simple, how could she not think of it?
Feeling ashamed of his slowness, the boy slowly unbuttoned the buttons on the cuffs of his snow-white shirt and rolled up the cuffs to his elbows, revealing his beautiful and tight muscle lines.
Su Xiaoyuan's gaze followed his ulna line, slid from his arm to the faintly protruding blue veins on the back of his hand, and she was stunned.
"What are you looking at?" The boy raised his thin eyelids, his eyes sharp at the corners. "It's because my brain is filled with junk that I can't even write a simple reaction equation."
He rolled up his other sleeve and scolded her coldly.
Su Xiaoyuan protested quietly: "I'm a liberal arts student, and chemistry is not included in the college entrance examination..."
"Still quibbling?"
"I'm sorry Fu Tingyun, I was wrong."
Wait, didn't she already take the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination)? Why was she still studying chemistry in high school?
Just when she was confused, the boy suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her up.
Su Xiaoyuan was shocked—not really that shocked, after all, it was her own dream—and pale: "Fu Tingyun, you...what are you doing?"
"Teach you how to react," the boy put her on the desk, held her knees, and stretched them apart roughly. "Where is the wound?"
"What?" Su Xiaoyuan felt his fingers sinking slightly into her skin, which was a little painful, but more of a nervousness. She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe and almost fainted.
"Wound," the boy said impatiently, "How will you react if there's no blood?"
"Oh, oh," Su Xiaoyuan nodded blankly, stretched out her finger, and pointed at the place where the skin was rubbed with trembling hands.
The boy put her calves on his shoulders and lowered his head.
Su Xiaoyuan felt the strands of hair on his forehead brushing against her skin, tingling and itchy, accompanied by her moist breath.
The boy tilted his head slightly, and his hot breath soaked and fumigated her skin like mist, almost steaming her.
Realizing what he was going to do, Su Xiaoyuan screamed in her dream and woke up in a sweat.
Before I knew it, it was dawn. It was still dark outside, and a little light was coming through the gauze curtain.
Su Xiaoyuan's heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest, and the scene in her dream was still vivid in her mind.
She was stunned for a long time and covered her face with her hands.
I actually had this kind of dream, and the person in the dream was a puppet.
Although he is very good-looking, he is not a real person. Who's dream object would be their own bjd doll...
Is this a fetish? Is she a pervert?
After living for more than twenty years and considering herself a normal person, Su Xiaoyuan suddenly began to doubt her life.
Just then, the door creaked open.
The puppet's cold and clear voice came from outside the tent: "Awake?"
Su Xiaoyuan groaned, pretending to be still confused, and rolled over, curling up face down.
She needs to build up her mentality before facing her puppet.
The only thing to be thankful for was that the puppet knew nothing about her obscene dream.
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