Chapter 107: Played with by the Witch
Just as Ye Wanjing was filled with confusion, she suddenly saw Irina’s figure dissolve in the shadow below, as if sinking into deep water, but she didn’t hear any sound of splashing.
Without time to think further, she found herself nearly thirty meters away from Irina, almost instantly approaching the mysterious shadow, her mind echoing Irina’s last words. She instinctively held her breath, and then—
Whoosh!
A cold, viscous liquid instantly wrapped around Ye Wanjing’s entire body. As she plunged into this fluid, her mind went blank for a moment, but fortunately, she had held her breath and did not choke on the unknown liquid.
It was a substance thicker than water, resembling oil, but Ye Wanjing had no way of knowing exactly what it was. As she was enveloped in this liquid, she didn’t dare open her eyes and could only tightly cover her mouth and nose to avoid inadvertently inhaling it.
At that moment, her wrist was suddenly gently grasped. Though surprised, Ye Wanjing quickly discerned that the soft touch around her wrist belonged to Irina’s small hand, and her heart inexplicably calmed.
She felt a pulling sensation at her wrist, and Ye Wanjing was being guided by Irina towards some place.
Although holding her breath made her slightly uncomfortable, she wouldn’t die from suffocation in a dream, so she soon adapted to the feeling.
After about a few minutes, the surrounding liquid finally began to flow, no longer a stagnant pool waiting to be stirred. Ye Wanjing could vaguely sense that an exit was not far away; however, just as she was about to break free, a strong sense of déjà vu enveloped her.
So familiar! Her current posture felt just like that time when she played at the seaside, when Sumu pulled her out of the water after she choked. Now it was Irina—though the person had changed, the feeling was incredibly similar.
There was no time to think, and in the next moment, she burst through the surface of the liquid, being swept ashore, gasping for air on the loose sandy ground.
“How was it? Exciting?”
Irina’s voice was filled with cheerful laughter. She had long been accustomed to such experiences, so she didn’t appear as flustered as Ye Wanjing but almost instantly recovered.
“Ah, uh, what was that?”
“This is the Black Sea, a chaotic state when the dream hasn’t been fully constructed.”
Ye Wanjing knew that dreams do not always maintain a clear form. In each person’s independent Layer Two dream, as they enter a new area, the old area also disappears. She just didn’t expect that when these dreams collapsed, they would turn into such a pool of black liquid.
Magic power, drifting consciousness, and concepts were evenly spread throughout the space, creating that strange sensation earlier. But she wondered if opening her eyes halfway would abruptly trap her in a suddenly constructed dream.
Well, she was already out.
“Let’s go, there’s nothing worth noting here, just a wasteland.”
Irina neatly combed Ye Wanjing’s hair, then very naturally took her hand, causing Ye Wanjing to feel another wave of discomfort.
Ye Wanjing furrowed her brow, pulling her hand back and putting on her glasses.
It wasn’t that she disliked the feeling; it just made her unconsciously recall Sumu.
This made her feel oddly out of place, because the person holding her hand wasn’t Sumu; it was just a witch who bore a striking resemblance to her.
Even though she verbally expressed that she wanted the Wooden Mouse to regret not having her as a close friend for life, Ye Wanjing was naturally saying one thing while thinking another. She wasn’t so petty as to sulk just because the Wooden Mouse had a romantic interest.
If she were to sulk, it would be towards L, the person who took her Wooden Mouse away!
It’s annoying when your brother, who used to duo with you, suddenly says he has to spend time with his girlfriend. Who wouldn’t be upset?
Occasionally, she even thought about pushing L aside to insert herself beside Sumu, even if that meant their relationship might extend in unexpected directions.
But at least before that, she needed to ensure that nothing resembling the scenarios in those magical girl fanfictions starring herself would happen.
—”Reliable Magical Girl Senior Miti, mercilessly toyed with by the cunning witch!”
That Wooden Mouse, while other things he wrote were quite good, what the heck was this piece?
What do you mean, although steady, she is utterly naive? What do you mean, the witch can just use some flowery words to deceive her into willingly offering her body and mind?
Damn Wooden Mouse! Though it was indeed very lewd.
And just then, having her hand grasped again by Irina, a sudden spark flashed through Ye Wanjing’s mind.
Irina now was just that witch Sumu had created to toy with her, wasn’t she?
In the midst of flowery words, with intentional and unintentional bodily contact, fulfilling every whim like a child…
The cunning witch!
“Uh, I feel like I want to…”
“Oh? What is it?”
Seeing Irina’s gentle, curved brows and eyes, Ye Wanjing found her words of refusal retreating instinctively.
“Nothing.”
No, that Wooden Mouse’s nonsense was just made up. What am I thinking? Irina is clearly treating me so well.
Irina naturally noticed Ye Wanjing’s little inner struggles, secretly laughing to herself.
Struggles? That’s exactly what’s needed.
There are many interesting things waiting for you ahead.
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“Is it delicious?”
“It’s okay.”
Sumu, in her dream home, was shoveling rice into her mouth with chopsticks, her cheeks puffed out, answering indistinctly.
Several grains of rice stuck to her collar, making her look like a greedy chipmunk. Seeing this, Suya could only smile helplessly.
It was the first time she saw Sumu eating so happily, but alas, it was in a dream.
If only this weren’t a dream.
Sumu might be thinking the same; though she spoke as if she were being dismissive, her taste buds honestly accepted the food that was far more delicious than what Ning Ling made.
It was just a dream, but this “mom” was much more adorable than in reality. At least she wouldn’t be passed out on the sofa every day.
However, Sumu felt puzzled by what she overheard outside the office earlier.
Mom was busy with work? What work?
“Mom, what do you go out for at night?”
At this, Suya paused.
“Uh, drinking.”
“Really?”
Under Sumu’s suspicious gaze, Suya looked very guilty.
Saying she was drinking wasn’t exactly a lie, but she knew Sumu was suspecting something.
“It’s really drinking.”
“Then what does work refer to?”
“Drinking.”
Hearing Suya say this, Sumu immediately understood a bit more.
Her mom definitely had something to hide.
This quiet home was not as simple as it appeared.
“Why do you need to work? Doesn’t Dad always send money home?”
At this, Suya smiled bitterly.
If only it were that simple.
