Chapter 87: Sleep-Talking Trouble

Young Master… are you asleep?

Since coming into the Young Master’s room, she had kept the same starting position, pressing me down on the bed. She hadn’t even changed into sleep clothes… just quietly lying on top of me.

The Young Master didn’t respond. She was probably asleep. Being pressed down in this position wasn’t uncomfortable for me, but the Young Master’s sleeping style felt odd. It was like a teenage girl who, right after school, flops onto her bed and hugs her pillow.

I turned my head with difficulty. Everything around was pitch black. This mysterious curtain really did block out the sun perfectly. I remembered the first time I went to wake the Young Master. It was because of that perfect shade effect that I saw her and got pulled into her bed. Come to think of it, I’d been living in this world for almost four months now.

I looked up at the ceiling. The Young Master’s hair blocked a good part of my view, but since I couldn’t see clearly anyway, it didn’t matter. After who knows how long, the Young Master suddenly turned over while still holding me. She pulled me even tighter.

“Chuye, you’re so mean, stop it. If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold on…”

“Huh?! ”

For a moment I had no idea what to do. ‘It must be because I have orange eyes that I’m thinking this way.’ But the Young Master was muttering such dream talk in her sleep. I didn’t know what kind of dream she was having, but it definitely wasn’t a good one for me.

I started trying to break free because an enormous sense of dread wrapped around my whole body. The next words made me even more certain this dream was seriously wrong.

“Hehe… Chuye, you’re just as easy to mess with. Let me help you out again… ”

With her eyes still closed, the Young Master continued her dangerous dream talk. Her hand suddenly reached for my waist.

“Mmph!”

I started to wonder if she was really asleep.

No matter how hard I struggled, it was like she was glued to me with super glue. I couldn’t break free. And her hand, which had been on my waist, slowly moved downward.

“Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

‘What’s going on… This…’ I started resisting with all my might, trying to break free, but it was useless in the end. Around me was only darkness and this scheming Young Master.

“Ah! Mm”

“Hmm? Chuye, why are you looking at me like that…”

The Young Master groggily opened her eyes and saw me hugging myself tightly, my head lowered, glaring at her fiercely.

“Nothing. I just feel like someone did something bad to me in a dream.”

The Young Master quickly realized what had happened. She snatched her hand away from my waist and backed off sharply, leaving a full person’s distance between us. She looked at me with a red face, trying hard to avoid my eyes. ‘Just as I thought…’

“Uh, I didn’t know vampires could enter other people’s dreams. Chuye, do you have that skill…?”

“While you were asleep, you were saying terrible things and groping me with your hand…”

The Young Master suddenly covered my mouth, her eyes glancing upward.

“Chuye… Fuwelle was wrong, okay? I definitely won’t do anything to you in my sleep again. Just forgive me. Forget it, forget it, please…?”

The Young Master put on a pitiful look and stared at me as if I were the one who had done something to her.

“Your sleep talk is way too dangerous… I’m afraid I won’t forget it anytime soon.”

The Young Master suddenly widened her eyes again and gave a sly smile.

“Hehe. Well, since Chuye is still wanting more, then I’ll…”

Before she could pounce, I rolled backward hard, but went “thud” onto the floor.

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