Chapter 86: The Favor of a Squeeze Should Be Repayed Like a Gushing Spring!
L’s fingers deftly teased Sumu’s tired nerves, releasing a sensation that intertwined both comfort and itchiness, effortlessly pinning Sumu down with just one hand.
I must say, L’s fingers are truly something to savor; they are both slender and soft, striking like lightning when they touch the skin and light as a feather when they withdraw.
Such excellent craftsmanship, but where do you intend to touch?
Sumu turned her head warily, and upon seeing this, L could only reluctantly move her fingers away from the side of Sumu’s chest that had just been squeezed.
Who told you to press it down like this?
There are no real sensations in the dream, which bothers her quite a bit.
When will the boundaries be broken? I want to feel the real sensation of a comforting touch—
At such close proximity, she only needed to lean down slightly to catch a whiff of the faint fragrance in her hair. The sensation of her fingertips gliding down her delicate neck felt like caressing a piece of smooth white jade; just a gentle touch could send tremors through her body.
Hoo, just thinking about it makes me blissfully fall.
“Hey, this is definitely not just to relieve stress, is it? Enough, you…”
Sumu straightened up and tugged L’s cheek, which felt soft and thin.
But just now, it was clearly quite thick.
“Then I guess we’ll have to come back next time. Let’s get to the point! Staying here too long will only increase your inclination to fall, so let’s hurry up.”
So you know, huh? Was it just now that the desire to squeeze temporarily overpowered other thoughts?
Thinking this, L had already walked to the sandbag, took down the simple drawing, and handed it to Sumu.
“Is this the only medium that triggers the memory point?”
Sumu looked curiously at the simple drawing of Luo Linglan in L’s hand, which was tightly wrapped in tape, making the image somewhat blurred.
“There were other mediums initially, but after that one night, they were all gathered onto this one.”
Each jagged crack on the paper corresponded to a deeply etched memory. The moment the tape was gently peeled off, a bone-chilling dark magic erupted, making Sumu’s fingertips tingle.
This was a characteristic property of the dark magic that symbolizes desire, causing one to lose rationality and crave satisfaction, most vividly demonstrated by No. 6 Ning Xi, who had attacked Sumu back then.
—Tentacles crawling behind, heart symbols in her eyes, and in extreme cases, she could even strip her own clothes in the street; these were clear signs of being severely immersed in this dark magic.
The thought of herself being eroded by such consequences made Sumu involuntarily pull back her fingers, but when she thought of this dark magic lying dormant in Luo Jialan’s body, she couldn’t help but feel worried.
Such terrifying desires… Can she really endure it?
If she can’t endure it, how am I supposed to withstand her torment?
It seems that I can’t choose the first option; otherwise, I might end up following in the footsteps of that silly dragon loli.
The fragments in her hand felt light, and the paper had long since softened, as if it would turn to dust at the slightest touch. Can something like this really serve as a medium for memories?
Before she could doubt further, the moment her fingertip touched the paper, a dizzying attraction yanked her consciousness into the stories belonging to this fragment.
“Hmm…”
Sumu steadied her dizzy head while struggling to regain her vision.
Whether it was because she had intervened in someone else’s dream, Sumu felt as if her brain was being shaken up.
When she opened her eyes again, the scene suddenly brightened, as if everything had reverted to her youthful appearance.
L, too, had returned to her younger self.
“Who?”
Hearing that voice, clear and frosty like it contained ice, Sumu instinctively lowered her head and soon saw the bright blue-haired girl.
Rather than saying she was a girl, it was more accurate to say that, because she was at least two heads shorter than the current Sumu. However, the gaze she directed upwards towards Sumu lacked the innocence and playfulness typical of someone her age; instead, it carried maturity and vigilance, questioning the intruder who had appeared in the martial arts hall.
“Me? I’m Sumu.”
Sumu pointed at herself in surprise, but she quickly realized the problem.
How could the younger L possibly know her?
This is troublesome.
But to her surprise, L did not chase her away. Instead, she quietly tugged at the hem of Sumu’s clothes, pulling her into the bedroom while shutting the door cautiously.
“I haven’t had the chance to greet my mother… or my master yet. It would be a hassle if she knew you came in like this. Anyway, where’s the test paper?”
What test paper?
Sumu was slightly taken aback, only to find a test paper full of red marks had somehow appeared in her hand, which L quickly snatched away.
It seems I didn’t enter the dream in my own identity. Who is this? A friend delivering the test paper? Or just an unfamiliar classmate?
However, her main focus was now on that dismal test score.
Middle school math, didn’t pass.
Such a dumb loli.
“This score can’t be known by your mom, right?”
L’s eyelids twitched as she glanced at the score.
In the end, she still couldn’t do it, huh?
Although she had sensed it during the exam, when she actually received the score, L couldn’t help but feel some panic.
Her master had said that to prove she had worked hard, she at least had to pass; with such a terrible score, it was obvious she would be scolded severely.
“Forget it, just go back quickly. I’ll think of a way myself.”
As L reached out to rummage through Sumu, her little hand seemed to act out of spontaneity, but luckily, Sumu managed to stop it.
“If your master finds out, will something bad happen?”
Sumu asked knowingly. The first time she visited L’s dream, she had been discovered by Luo Linglan and had been quite frightened, but she was still curious.
“Why are you so concerned about me? We’re not that familiar…”
Helplessly, Sumu made up her mind to use some more aggressive tactics to awaken the immersed memory of L.
Remember, L, it’s all your fault. You now owe me another squeeze, and you’ll have to pay it back later!
