Chapter 1.1: Seeing Him Again in My Dream
Chu Qianmiao didn't sleep well; she had a night of er*tic
dreams.
Last night before bed, she couldn't help but turn on a
movie, an art film with a dark background. She'd hoped the somber atmosphere
would soothe her, but the art suddenly became sublime. The hero and heroine,
who were clearly chatting softly one moment, were kissing without warning the
next.
The director used a long, 360-degree shot to capture the
kiss. After the kiss, the hero suddenly grabbed the heroine and began running,
running, running, across the mountains...
Chu Qianmiao's hand, holding the tablet, trembled. She
thought, "This is it! I'm definitely going to have a dream tonight."
She had developed an uncanny ability—every night before bed,
watching a film with intense, arousing interactions between the male and female
protagonists, she'd inevitably have er*tic dreams. In her dreams, she'd replay
the intense interactions, imbuing herself with the female protagonist and
portraying the male protagonist's face like that person.
The man she'd secretly and unsuccessfully courted for a
while in college.
He was tall and handsome, with an inherent coolness, as if
nothing was worth his attention. He always had a half-smile on one side of his
mouth, and he'd walk with his hands in his pockets, looking a bit arrogant, yet
also quite charming. He was one of those people with a strange charm—he didn't
respond to everyone who spoke to him, but when he did, the person he addressed
felt incredibly happy, honored, and eager to show off. He might be the kind of
person who could unleash the potential for servility in people.
He was a few years older than her. He was in his third year
of graduate school when she was a freshman, and he went abroad when she was a
sophomore. She remembered him saying to her, "Good luck, see you
later," with a faint smile on his face before leaving. After that, he
began to live in her er*tic dreams.
They hadn't seen each other in the years since. Sometimes
she felt like she'd barely remembered him, but whenever she'd watched a er*tic
drama, he'd be there. She'd wondered why he was always the best actor. Then she
thought it might be because no man she'd seen in recent years had been more
handsome and captivating than him, in terms of looks and build.
Speaking of which, with the recent tightening of
broadcasting regulations, er*tic dramas have become increasingly rare, and his
appearances have also decreased significantly. So, last night was a
long-awaited reunion.
In her dream, she and him perfectly recreated that long,
360-degree kiss from the movie. Even through the hazy dream, she could still
feel her heartbeat and the excitement. Their faces were so close, their breaths
mingling, their lips lingering... Then he suddenly began to pull her along,
running, running...
They ran all night.
She was always demanding when it came to recreating the
plot, never letting herself off the hook.
So when she opened her eyes, she felt a truly exhausting
sleep, her head numbing as if someone had smothered it with a mop.
***
Chu Qianmiao sat up in bed, holding her head to clear her
head. She sighed, frustrated that she had given that man another chance to be
the male lead last night. She licked her lips, unconsciously wiping the corner
of her mouth, and then she felt angry.
...She'd actually drooled last night! Was she that h*rny...
Taking her head to shake off the lingering dream, she threw
off the covers and got out of bed. She slipped her feet into her shoes and
tried to stand with her knees, but somehow her feet gave way, and she sat back
down in bed.
Chu Qianmiao: “…”
She swore she would never watch any movies or TV shows with
running scenes before bed again!
Her right eyelid suddenly twitched.
Chu Qianmiao suddenly felt something. She had a vague
feeling that this day, awakened by a spring dream, was destined to be
different.
Rubbing her right eye, she stood up again, stretched, and
yawned as she walked towards the door.
When the door opened, she was startled.
Her childhood friend and roommate, Gu Miaoyu, was standing
right in front of her door.
Her childhood friend and roommate, Gu Miaoyu, had grown up
wearing the same clothes, pants, long underwear, long shirts, shoes, and
underwear as her. Gu Miaoyu had gone to college in another city, majoring in
interior design. After graduation, she had called her to Beijing, and they had
started their life together as a roommate in Beijing. Now, she was frequently
hopping between various decoration companies in the capital. This child had
loved chicken soup since childhood, and thus had a strong heart, an invincible
female cockroach.
When Mu Xiaoqiang saw her open the door, she immediately
beamed like an over-fertilized, blooming flower, thrusting something forward
with both hands.
Chu Qianmiao looked closely, her eyelids twitching again.
Gu Miaoyu was holding a plate, on which sat a large white
steamed bun, a candle stuck in the middle.
Chu Qianmiao: "..."
Chu Qianmiao rubbed her face and asked Gu Miaoyu, "What
are you doing? Visiting a grave?"
Gu Miaoyu immediately let out a stream of "Pooh"
like a bean popping.
"Pssst! Pssst! Pssst! Pssst! All you do is talk
nonsense! What bad luck! Start over!"
She smiled brightly again and held the big white steamed bun
with a candle in it out in front of Chu Qianmiao again. "Happy birthday!
Sanqianshui, happy 100th birthday to your eighth birthday!"
Chu Qianmiao was stunned, then remembered that today was her
birthday.
She had said that today felt a little different from usual,
as if something was about to happen.
She grinned and said to Gu Miaoyu, who was holding a steamed
bun, "Little Daogu, you're just fooling me with a shabby bun on my
birthday?"
Gu Miaoyu immediately hissed sternly, "Don't talk about
a steamed bun like that! It's got candles on it. It has a different meaning.
It's no longer just an ordinary bun. Show some respect!"
Chu Qianmiao accepted the bun, holding it with a look of
respect and reverence: "Okay! Listen to our Little Daogu!"
Gu Miaoyu rubbed her hands and muttered, "Shuishui,
well, I'm new to this company and haven't gotten paid yet. The money I'm
spending now is all lent to me by you. It's not right for me to buy you a cake
with the money you lent me... So I'll just use the bun to make do with you for
now. When I get paid, I'll bring back a cream cake to make up for it!"
Chu Qianmiao nudged Gu Miaoyu with his shoulder: "Okay,
wait until our Little Daogu gets paid!"
Gu Miaoyu smiled and lit the candle on the bun with the
lighter she had prepared.
"Come on, make a wish!"
Chu Qianmiao said without hesitation: "May God shower
me with wealth and make me incredibly rich!"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Gu Miaoyu said, a little
distressed. "This is the only chance a year to make a big wish, please
don't daydream, okay? Cherish it and make a more practical wish!"
Chu Qianmiao's eyes and mouth drooped, and she put on a
comically idiotic look: "Huh?"
"Forget it, forget it. I'll make a new wish for
you!" Gu Miaoyu intertwined her ten fingers and began to mutter earnestly
to the big white steamed bun with a burning candle. "Steamed bun, steamed
bun, don't listen to her, she's unreliable! Listen to me, wish her to find a
real man as a boyfriend this year. Don't let her indulge in l*stful dreams.
It's too harmful to her health!"
Chu Qianmiao: "..."
She really wanted to say to Gu Miaoyu: This is even more
unrealistic than the daydream of a windfall!
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