Chapter 102: 38. Morning with Renee
Fisher’s consciousness seemed to be trapped in a dream-like state, akin to a muddy swamp. In his hazy slumber, he felt as if his awareness was continually falling, sinking into the murky depths filled with fragrant aromas.
This fall, however, was not as smooth as free fall; it felt more like countless unseen forces from all directions were frantically tugging at his body.
In the darkness, countless eyes watched as Fisher’s frail soul descended.
In this extreme loneliness and panic of the unknown, Fisher struggled like one drowning; yet his body couldn’t break free. He could only muster all his strength to open his eyes within that dreamlike haze.
As he escaped from the darkness, a massive, cold full moon hung indifferently in the night sky before him, watching him like a merciless deity.
It was a bright yet extremely cold moon.
An indescribable sense of oppression came with the moon’s silvery light, the intense solitude and pressure quickly pulling Fisher out of his dream.
When he finally opened his eyes to reality, he saw Renee’s pale and soft features accentuated by her sleeping position. She was very close, her eyes closed and breathing light, embodying the essence of beauty even in her sleep.
It turned out he was still in his own bed, enveloped in the fragrance of Renee, with her soft bedding beside him.
Fisher sighed, realizing that Renee, who had her back to him last night, had turned towards him at some point. Her arms were excessively entangled around him, making his face rest against her body, and the pleasant aroma made him feel a bit breathless.
He attempted to shift his body but found her legs resting on him as if constraining him.
No wonder he had nightmares of suffocation; it turned out that Renee had such poor sleeping habits that he was ensnared without realizing it.
It was early morning, and outside, the larks chirped lively, bringing vitality to a world that had long been awake.
Fisher felt a bit embarrassed and wanted to retreat slightly. The pendulum in the room swung, indicating it was just past eight o’clock. He had a class at ten-thirty, and he would miss it if he delayed any longer.
Just as he was about to get up, he caught a glimpse of Renee’s peaceful sleeping face, which was now tinged with a blossom-pink hue.
Wait, could it be that this girl, Renee, had actually woken up long ago? She was just pretending to be asleep, wanting to see Fisher’s authentic reaction while entangled with him in her dreams.
Did she just want to see Fisher’s real response to her teasing in sleep, thus pulling such a prank? Yet she so obviously revealed this flaw?
Fisher’s expression cooled, and he tentatively said,
“Renee?”
“…”
Renee remained still, seemingly truly asleep, but Fisher felt her body growing increasingly tense, even her calm expression beginning to falter.
Fisher’s gaze sunk for a second; suddenly, he reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, encroaching on her space. At that moment, the blush on Renee’s face deepened several shades, and she hurriedly opened her eyes, blinking at Fisher, who was looking at her.
After a second of silence in the atmosphere, perhaps Fisher’s piercing gaze was too frightening, she finally couldn’t hold back and broke into a cute smile, giving Fisher a peace sign with her left hand, though her hand was wrapped in bandages, making her look a bit clumsy.
“Ehehe, I just woke up too; good morning, good morning.”
“… Do you think I’d believe your nonsense?”
“Actually, I’m Dr. Renee, here to check if you’re healthy, Mr. Fisher! Congratulations, your body is great!”
Renee loved to flirt; she acted alluring yet feared he would really consume her, so when he actually attempted something, she would vanish like a mirage.
She was indeed an annoying sorceress.
Feeling provoked by her antics, Fisher aimed to scare the sorceress in front of him. In the next moment, he grabbed both of Renee’s wrists, restricting her movement. As her pupils widened slightly, he suddenly leaned down to take.
Just as Fisher had anticipated, panic appeared on her face. Clearly, her actual combat ability was far weaker than her usual bravado.
As he pressed closer and closer, her sisterly beautiful face slowly became tinged with a faint pink hue. The outside sunlight slanted into the bedroom, making her lips appear so lustrous and enticing.
Renee’s body felt soft, firmly held in Fisher’s hands.
She seemed to forget to escape, her purple pupils trembling as they gaz
