Chapter 70: I’m Sorry
“Is it enough to just leave it here?”
Luo Jialan lifted the edge of her clothing and gently pressed the probe against her lower abdomen, watching the hint of snow-white skin that was exposed. Sumu instinctively coughed a couple of times and turned her head away.
“Yes.”
After connecting to the magic power, a tingling current surged along the probe towards Luo Jialan’s lower abdomen, causing her to shudder slightly.
Then she watched as Sumu’s body went limp, and with a thud, she collapsed at the base of her thigh, causing a tickling sensation against Luo Jialan’s nose, making her unable to resist adjusting her position.
Sumu’s breathing gradually became even, which indicated that she had fallen into a deep sleep. Watching someone else in her own dream was a strange experience.
Luo Jialan turned Sumu onto her side and rested her head back on her thigh, allowing her to closely observe the soft features of the pink-haired girl from above.
Her neck and cheeks looked delicate, as if they could be broken with a touch, soft everywhere.
Her hair and skin radiated a pink glow, making her look utterly cute.
Can she feel me now? Would it go unnoticed if I gave her a little squeeze?
Speaking of which, when I went to the beach, didn’t Miti squeeze her way too much? Since we’re all girls, isn’t this just harmless fun…?
The more she thought this to herself, the stronger the feeling of guilt and thrill grew in Luo Jialan’s heart, causing her to suddenly blush.
For some reason, Sumu felt different to her compared to other girls. She couldn’t simply see her as just a same-sex friend.
Could it be that after reading that article, I have also turned weird?
With a restless mind, Luo Jialan’s gaze trailed down the delicate collarbone of the pink-haired girl, stretching her hand out unconsciously.
Let me give her a little massage; yes, she’s probably in need of relaxation in this dream, so I’ll just squeeze her hand a bit.
Luo Jialan carefully took Sumu’s soft, fragile hand, trying to manipulate it gently, fearing she would break this delicate artifact.
Holding hands, isn’t that something only lovers do?
Even though her neck was already flushed, Luo Jialan didn’t pull her hand away, but instead intertwined her fingers with Sumu’s, drawing them closer to her heart.
It’s all your fault, my heart is racing so fast, I don’t even know where all this blood is supposed to go. Anyway, it’s your responsibility now… right?
In the dream, Sumu soon sensed something was off.
Even though she had temporarily lost connection with her body, she was still affected by physiological reactions.
Just like feeling warm on a sultry night, she now felt warmth spreading through her body.
Luo Jialan, what have you been up to outside!
Just when Sumu was about to go back to save the day, Irina appeared just in time to remind her:
“Little Sumu, you better think it through. Going out to stop her might lead to some bad consequences.”
Sumu was slightly taken aback.
What consequences?
“Just like the crap you did with Miti, often the direction of the story hinges on just a couple of minor choices.”
Are you saying that if I go out and scare her, it could lead to a bad ending? But this isn’t a game; there can’t be such direct consequences!
“I’m just giving you a possibility. You need to think carefully about whether you really don’t want to get close to her.”
Sumu quickly understood.
Yes, the feeling Luo Jialan gave her was indeed different.
It wasn’t like the carefree bond she had with Ye Wanjing, where they could act intimately without burden.
Because when Ye Wanjing squeezed her, it was just for fun, and nothing more would come from it. But when Luo Jialan squeezed her, it was a different story.
Just a little squeeze → I’ll help you relax → Why is your head so pointy? Let me help you loosen up → Turn around, don’t look back…
A squeeze is just a warm-up; the real main event is still to come!
But Sumu didn’t dislike this feeling; she just felt incredibly shy.
“Think carefully; she’s starting to like you little by little. So will you pour a bucket of cold water on this warming relationship, or will you let it heat up together?”
…Something feels off.
She couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with Irina’s words, but Sumu had quietly given up on the idea of returning.
If she is taking advantage of me outside, then I’ll take my revenge in the dream! After all, I’m the one who is supposed to be the guy!
“You’re not.”
I am!
Irina chuckled lightly.
“You can say that, but I still bet you’ll end up on the bottom.”
Hmph, that’s a romance unique to real men!
Is that for real? Oh, I got it! At least you have chest muscles more extravagant than any other man, right?”
As if you don’t!
Sumu pouted angrily, no longer paying attention to Irina.
Where’s L? Where did L go?
It seemed like she was deliberately avoiding her. Sumu had already been sitting on the tatami for a while, but neither Luo Linglan nor L had appeared.
Doesn’t this mean she can wander around freely? Just like in No. 6 Ning Xi’s dream.
In that dream, just interacting with the visible objects would trigger memories; perhaps it would work here too. And since Luo Jialan’s memories were intact, most items appeared clear in her sight.
What intrigued Sumu the most was the torn and patched-up sketch.
It lay quietly on the cabinet to the left of the Martial Arts Hall, looking all clawed and comical.
But just looking at it didn’t seem to serve any purpose.
After thinking for a moment, she turned to the sandbag nearby, suddenly struck with inspiration.
Got it, let me see how it feels!
She wedged the sketch into the seam of the sandbag and put on Luo Jialan’s boxing gloves.
Go!
With a loud bang, the sandbag didn’t fly off from the impact; instead, Sumu felt as if her head had taken a heavy hit, momentarily disoriented.
A flood of information surged into her mind, taking her back to the night when Luo Jialan was invaded by dark magic.
An uncontrollable warmth spread from every corner of her consciousness, making it hard for her to breathe, and she felt a strong urge to tear away the tightly wrapped clothes around her body.
What is this feeling?
She saw Luo Jialan struggling on the cold tatami, with everything around her only able to absorb the heat leaking from her skin, unable to soothe her inner fire that burned like a furnace.
Simultaneously, the same sensation slowly began to tint Sumu’s skin with a rosy hue through the memories.
Damn, Luo Jialan, what on earth did your mom do!
Meanwhile, Luo Jialan, who was still playing with Sumu’s little hand, quickly sensed her unusual state and momentarily didn’t know how to respond.
Could it be because of me?
No, I need to find a way to help her.
But Luo Jialan didn’t dare to move randomly; after all, the probe was still attached to her lower abdomen. If it disconnected, Sumu might remain trapped in her dream.
At this point, all she could do was… All she could do was…
I’m sorry, Sumu!
