"Qian Lin, what's wrong? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Ye Qiuhan reached out and waved her hand in front of Qian Lin's eyes, asking with concern.
Ever since waking up this morning, Qian Lin had been sitting on the bed in one position without moving, almost like a stone statue.
From time to time, she would also touch her own lips with her finger, as if she were possessed.
Pursing her lips, Ye Qiuhan didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt like there was a sweet, cloying fragrance in the room that was a bit uncomfortable to smell.
"If I told you that I had an erotic dream last night, would you laugh at me?" Qian Lin finally pulled her wandering consciousness back. She felt that yesterday's dream was a bit too real—so real it didn't seem like a dream at all.
But if it wasn't a dream, that scene was just too inconceivable!
I, the former Demon Path Supreme! Was... taken advantage of in a dream by the Righteous Path Saintess who killed me?
She even used her tongue!
Normally, Qian Lin wouldn't doubt the reality of this dream, but the feeling in the dream was just too real!
She, Qian Lin, was an ultimate single noble who hadn't been in a relationship for over three hundred years. Kissing a girl was something she didn't even dare to think about, and she only knew about matters between men and women in theory.
So even if she were dreaming, when it reached certain indescribable parts, her brain would usually fail to render the images due to a total lack of experience, eventually causing the dream to collapse directly.
But last night's dream was different. It didn't collapse at that moment, but instead let Qian Lin truly experience the taste of the Saintess.
Don't say, it was quite sweet, almost like fruit.
"Huh?" Ye Qiuhan was caught off guard by Qian Lin's question. She opened her mouth, "At Qian Lin's age, having this kind of dream should be quite normal... right?"
A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl could indeed have her first awakening of love, and Qian Lin was exceptionally mature. Having a bit of a shameful dream at this time—maybe the problem isn't that big?
"But the one I dreamed of was a very beautiful girl."
"Eh?!"
"She broke my heart in my past life, but why did I dream of her? And doing that kind of thing?"
"?!" Ye Qiuhan's eyes widened. Those large, ink-colored eyes were full of warnings that her IQ was in short supply.
What was Qian Lin saying? Why couldn't she understand a single word?
Doing that kind of thing?
Wait, what kind of things can happen between a girl and another girl?
Qian Lin said she had an erotic dream, but what exactly do girls have to do together for it to become an erotic dream!
It's over, my brain is about to melt; I have absolutely no idea what's going on anymore!
"So, what exactly was that dream about?" Although she didn't understand the situation, curiosity drove Ye Qiuhan to ask the question she was most curious about.
She wanted to know who the protagonist of this dream was; was it some senior sister from the academy?
Then, she received an answer that left her horrified.
"I don't get it either. Wasn't I a Demon Path Supreme in my past life, and then got killed by that Yaochi Saintess?" Qian Lin whispered, grimacing. "But last night, I dreamed of that Saintess, and she actually... actually did that kind of thing to me!"
As she spoke, she held up her two thumbs and pressed their pads tightly together, confident that this black-haired Stupid Girl would surely understand what that meant.
And it was exactly as she thought; Ye Qiuhan did indeed understand Qian Lin's meaning, and her brain completely shut down.
"Oh right, I remembered that Saintess's name! It's Ye Qiuhan!" Perhaps fearing that Ye Qiuhan's brain hadn't shut down enough, Qian Lin twisted the knife further.
Is this what it feels like to be the subject of the gossip yourself?
Ye Qiuhan had considered many possibilities, but she never imagined that she would be the protagonist of this dream!
For a moment, she even suspected that Qian Lin was playing a trick on her, wanting to see her lose her composure.
But she hadn't even told Qian Lin her name!
It's over; she had absolutely no idea how to respond.
However, Ye Qiuhan had made up her mind: she absolutely could not let Qian Lin know her real name, otherwise she would truly suffer social death!
For both their sakes, it was better not to let Qian Lin know for now that she might be the Yaochi Saintess she spoke of.
"Could it be, Qian Lin, that you like that Saintess?" Ye Qiuhan stammered for a good while before finally managing to ask.
Like?
If it were yesterday, Qian Lin would have emphatically stated that she would never like that Yaochi Saintess, but today, she wasn't so sure.
I've even had a dream like that; could it be that I actually like that Saintess?
That shouldn't be right. Although she is very beautiful, has a great figure, and I've heard her personality is good too, she is, after all, the person who stabbed me through and through.
"I don't know. I shouldn't like her, but I also don't know why she appeared in my dream." Qian Lin rested her chin on her hand, a bold thought gradually emerging in her mind. "Is there a possibility that I just purely crave her body!"
In her past life, she had only ever seen such an incomparable beauty; as a Cultivator of the Demonic Path, it was probably normal for her to develop improper thoughts, right?
Except those improper thoughts only lasted for a few breaths before disappearing, because the Saintess had stabbed Qian Lin back to the age of four with a single sword strike, and then those improper thoughts had buried themselves in her heart, slowly developing, until yesterday, when they finally blossomed and bore fruit.
"Mm-hmm, I think so too. Qian Lin is still so young, she probably doesn't understand what feelings are." Ye Qiuhan felt her own words sounded extremely strange; in her heart, the credibility of Qian Lin's terrifying Demon Path Supreme identity was actually quite high.
Just by the fact that she could call out her name in one go, Ye Qiuhan was starting to believe it, but now she hoped that what Qian Lin said was false.
Because she did not want to be the female lead in someone else's wet dream!
This is just too embarrassing, hey!
And why are we discussing a wet dream so seriously? Shouldn't this kind of thing just be laughed off and left to the wind?
"True, but her taste was really so sweet; I feel like I might be getting addicted." Qian Lin touched her lips and muttered softly, "Are all girls like this, or is this a characteristic of that Saintess..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a hand already covered her mouth. With her face flushed in embarrassment and anger, Ye Qiuhan glared and forcibly ended the topic with an unquestionable tone, "Stop saying these things! It was just a dream!"
She really wished right now that her name wasn't Ye Qiuhan, or that she wasn't a Disciple of Yaochi, so that she could chat about the dream topic with Qian Lin without any psychological burden, instead of feeling like she was constantly being hit by stray bullets for no reason like this.