Chapter 224: Feng Nanshu’s Sleep Talking

Chapter 224: Feng Nanshu’s Sleep Talking

TL: Etude

The next morning dawned warm and bright, heralding a perfect day for a stroll.

Feng Nanshu woke from her dreams, crawled out from under her covers, and rubbed her eyes, looking around dazedly. She noticed the bed next to hers was already empty, while Gao Wenhui was on the balcony, humming a tune as she freshened up.

Gao, now the part-time manager of the local Xi Tian store, had to rise early even on days without classes. This routine not only cured her habit of idly knocking about in the dorm but also instilled in her the healthy practice of early nights and early mornings.

Feng, sitting on her bed for a moment in confusion, then clambered down the ladder. Slipping her snow-white feet into her slippers, she trotted over to the balcony to greet her roommate.

“Good morning, Wenhui,” she said cheerily.

Gao turned to her with a smile. “Good morning, Nanshu. You were talking in your sleep last night, weren’t you?”

The little rich lady was puzzled. “?”

“I stayed up late working on a report and went to bed after you. Then I heard you mumbling in your dreams.”

“Wenhui, what did I say?” Feng was curious.

Gao coughed, then imitated Feng’s tone, “Jiang Qin, dear, huff huff huff... Uh, I can’t breathe, Jiang Qin, slow down, wuwuwu...”

Feng was stunned, her clear eyes wide open and her cherry-red lips parted in shock.

Gao, still in character, continued with her act, swaying her head as she mimed Feng’s dreamy mumblings.

“No, Jiang Qin... dirty, good big brother, don’t do that, sister... sister can’t breathe, please stop.”

(good big brother is a cliche/classic nickname for your boyfriend when you have sex btw)

Feng watched her, bewildered, not understanding why she would say such things.

Was the big bear in her dream nibbling her feet again?

She glanced at her pink toes, curling them slightly as if they tickled.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

As they spoke, Fan Shuling also climbed out of bed, yawning and joining them on the balcony. “Nanshu, don’t believe her. She’s clearly lying to you.”

“I am not,” Gao defended herself stoutly.

“Really? Then how come the last two lines you just said are exactly the same as the romance novel you Bluetoothed to me a few days ago?”

“...”

Fan crossed her arms, giving Gao a knowing look.

Around the millennium, the formalization of online literature was still lax. Authors would hammer away at their keyboards without restraint, writing about anything and everything with no taboos. The key theme was indulgence in personal fantasy.

Some female romance authors even outdid their male counterparts in audacity. Their writing was not only delicate but also bold and unrestrained, almost lifelike in its vividness.

During this era, a piece of literature without sensual descriptions hardly qualified as “literature.” Many websites discreetly launched a series of profound “classics,” each a popular masterpiece in its own right.

Frankly, the rapid development of web novels owed much to these widely enjoyed themes.

The romance novel Gao shared with Fan was a standout in this genre, giving Fan reason to suspect Gao was deceiving Feng.

“Shuling, I think Wenhui is telling the truth,” Feng said, her face serious yet guilty.

“?”

Fan turned to her with a questioning look, only to find Feng pouting, both serious and sheepish.

Having read a forum post about kissing a friend, Feng wouldn’t be surprised if she had dreamt of asking Jiang Qin for a kiss.

And Gao’s “Jiang Qin, dear” sounded very much like something she would say, making her somewhat credulous.

“See, I never lie. I always speak my mind,” Gao declared proudly, lifting her chin.

“But... how could Nanshu have such... such thoughts in her head?” Fan still sensed something amiss.

Jiang Qin seemed amused and didn’t stop them, though Richie shivered under the barrage of petting.

Two of the girls squatting there were from the dance department. While their looks were above average, their figures were impressive, deserving the compliment of “nice legs, nice waist.”

“Richie, do a backflip for us.”

Richie: “...”

The dance students were surprised, “Can he really do a backflip?”

“In the house, he flips so smoothly, can even drop from the third floor and do ten push-ups,” Jiang quipped.

Richie: “?????”

The girls knew he was joking, but they still laughed heartily, intending to add him on QQ to make plans for future dog-petting sessions. However, before they could pull out their phones, a stunningly beautiful girl approached with an aloof expression.

Her expression seemed to say: “This one is mine, and so is that one.”

The senior girls from the dance department were taken aback by her stunning beauty, which surpassed even the so-called top beauty of the campus. With her impressive figure, she was an absolute head-turner. Sensing the situation, they quickly waved goodbye and left.

“Why haven’t you buttoned up yet?” Jiang Qin asked.

Feng Nanshu obediently lifted her arms to let him button it. “Jiang Qin, I want to eat dumplings.”

“It’s too early for dumplings. Let’s eat something else.”

“Then, how about vinegar peanuts?”

“?”

After breakfast, they began walking Richie, just as Feng had envisioned. She held the leash in one hand and Jiang Qin’s hand in the other, her eyes brimming with joy. Jiang Qin, on the other hand, maintained a straight gaze, trying his best to avoid looking at Feng’s full, rosy lips, lest he become overly eager.

Wandering around, they eventually reached the front square, where Richie, tired and panting, refused to walk further. So, they decided to step into the Xi Tian milk tea shop.

“Jiang Qin, Feng Nanshu dreamt about you last night.”

Gao Wenhui, ever the shipper, blurted out, startling Feng.

Jiang Qin, with narrowed eyes, turned to Feng. “Really? What did you dream about?”

“Jiang Qin, you don’t want to know,” Feng warned, her face puffed up.

Seeing this, Gao immediately reached under the counter for a bag of sunflower seeds, ready to enjoy the drama.

A top-tier shipper knows how to start a conversation that leads to playful banter and sweet moments.

“I want to know. Tell me, what did you dream about?”

“I, I dreamt of you eating something delicious.”

Jiang Qin paused, “Eating what?”

Feng coldly replied, “The same thing you had on Christmas Eve night.”

“...”

Jiang Qin took a sip of his milk tea, opting to remain silent.

That was a threat, a blatant one at that!

Gao Wenhui was stunned, wondering why the conversation didn’t continue. Shouldn’t Feng, after being pressed by Jiang Qin, admit shyly that she dreamt of kissing him, leading to a more romantic atmosphere? What did Jiang Qin eat on Christmas Eve that rendered him speechless?

AN: I’m so tired of typing on a phone!!!

TL: Author-chan still typing away masterpieces on his phone!!

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