Volume 1, Chapter 15 – Dream Opens a Second Time

Song Shiyuan sat on her bed.

She raised her hand to pinch her forehead, her fingertips forcefully inserting into her hair.

In her covered eyes, several threads of darkness flashed through.

“When did I start to think that fox demon was trustworthy?”

“Why, when listening to that fox demon speak, did I subconsciously choose to believe…”

Song Shiyuan’s fingers applied some force.

Blue veins bulged on her pale white hand.

“Is it because… of that face?”

The small fox demon’s face was truly too deceptive.

Every time that small fox demon looked up at her with those watery big eyes, Song Shiyuan would always forget she was a sinister and cunning fox demon.

Unable to bear doubting her, unable to bear scolding her.

A sword cultivator’s qi sense judgment, although it could perceive a person’s emotional state, actually didn’t possess the ability to truly test for lies.

Even if that fox demon appeared natural and showed no signs of lying, this didn’t mean everything she said was the complete truth.

Perhaps half was truth, half was lies. Truth and falsehood mixed together, difficult to distinguish.

A fox demon’s words couldn’t be completely believed. Even a small fox who had just taken human form, seeming pure and innocent, was the same!

“Ming Zhaoxi, just what is your identity…”

“What does that Fox Monarch want you to do?”

In the night, a murmuring sigh.

In a daze, Song Shiyuan felt another wave of drowsiness surge up.

…

“I’ve fallen asleep again?”

Song Shiyuan looked around.

She discovered this dream was different from before, a completely unfamiliar scene.

It seemed like the sleeping chamber where some person in power resided.

The doors and windows all around were tightly closed, an indescribable sweet fragrance permeated the entire chamber.

In the center of the chamber was a red silk canopy bed.

Song Shiyuan vaguely saw two figures on the bed.

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“Who is it?”

Song Shiyuan frowned.

In the dream, she slowly approached the bed.

Faintly, an unclear voice transmitted over.

“Fox demon, haven’t you always been coveting the yang energy-filled bodies of sword cultivators?”

“How come at this moment, you’re putting on an act for me?”

This familiar voice was!

“Shixuan!”

Song Shiyuan’s heart jolted. She quickly ran forward.

But she saw a familiar young man, bare-chested, grabbing a petite figure and pressing her down on the bed.

Song Shiyuan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

This man was unmistakably Song Shixuan.

And the figure locked in place by Song Shixuan had a head of silver-white long hair, wearing a thin gauze dress that vaguely revealed the girl’s beautiful form.

Song Shiyuan was stunned.

The person locked in place by Song Shixuan was actually that pure and innocent small fox demon!

What was going on!

What had happened!

What were they doing?!

Song Shixuan seemed not to have noticed Song Shiyuan’s arrival.

The young man’s large hand grabbed the small fox demon, not letting her escape.

Naturally gifted, fighting spirit soaring, standing tall and visible!

The young man’s face was full of a sinister smile that didn’t match his handsome and refined appearance.

He grabbed the small fox demon’s tender arm and forcefully pulled her over.

“Don’t you fox demons love this thing the most?”

“Come on, touch it.”

“It’s throbbing for you.”

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The small fox demon’s face was full of resistance. She struggled, wanting to escape, but couldn’t break free from the man’s strength, watching helplessly as that unbearable thing drew closer and closer to her.

Looking at the scene before her, Song Shiyuan opened her mouth.

Her eyes stung.

She discovered she couldn’t make a sound.

Her chest felt like it was blocked by something, uncomfortably sour.

Her beating heart felt like it was experiencing a lightning tribulation. Each beat was like a dull pain from a thunderous strike.

A suffocating feeling continuously assaulted her mind.

No!

Don’t!

You can’t!

Song Shiyuan saw the man remove his undergarments.

She saw the man tear apart the small fox demon’s thin gauze.

She saw the man lean down with a lewd smile.

She saw the pieces of red marks pinched onto the delicate small fox demon’s body.

She heard the man’s triumphant laughter.

She heard the small fox demon crying out in pain and despair.

No! This isn’t right!

It can’t be like this!

Song Shiyuan held her head. She didn’t want to watch anymore.

But the vision in the dream seemed not to be under her control.

She saw the small fox demon turn her head to the side.

Her lifeless eyes met hers directly.

Tears wet her pure and innocent cheeks.

“Save me…”

“Save me…”

Song Shiyuan heard it.

The small fox demon was like someone drowning who had grabbed a life-saving straw.

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Desperately calling to her for help.

“No—!!”

…

Song Shiyuan sat up with a start from her dream.

She gasped for air in large gulps.

Her body had already been completely soaked with cold sweat.

She thought of the scene she had witnessed in the dream.

A sour feeling rose up from her stomach.

Song Shiyuan’s face was deathly pale. She leaned over the side of the bed and began to dry heave.

She had never felt so terrible before. Her entire person was exceptionally haggard.

Knock knock knock—!

Outside the room, knocking sounds came.

“Sister Shiyuan, are you inside?”

“I just heard something just now. Did something happen?”

“Are you alright, Sister Shiyuan?”

The small fox demon’s soft voice rang out from outside, carrying deep concern.

Hearing this voice, Song Shiyuan would recall the dream. It was also this soft and tender voice that had cried out in despair until it was hoarse.

Song Shiyuan painfully covered her ears, not wanting to listen anymore.

She didn’t want to see her.

She didn’t dare see her.

She didn’t want to hear her voice, and she didn’t dare hear her voice anymore.

Knock knock knock—the knocking sounds never stopped.

Outside the door, Lu Zhuxin’s face still showed surprise.

“No way…”

“It can’t be…”

“Did I break her by playing too much?”

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“I just showed her something that happened before.”

[Heh, something that happened before?]

“Of course, it also went through a little bit of artistic processing.”

“She’s one of the female leads after all. Her psychological endurance can’t be this poor, can it?”

[Host, you seem to have some misunderstanding about a teenage maiden who hasn’t left her boudoir.

Have you considered how much damage that kind of scene would cause to a young girl who hasn’t experienced such matters?]

Lu Zhuxin touched her chin.

Her eyes thoughtful.

“When I was her age, I already had a terabyte of study materials.”

“Half of which were given to me by my female deskmate.”

[…]

Although the System made no sound, Lu Zhuxin seemed to feel across dimensions that she was casting a contemptuous gaze.

[Half were yuri, right?]

Lu Zhuxin looked shocked. She vigilantly hugged himself.

“How did you know?”

[So you’re quite knowledgeable then?]

With a creak, the door opened.

Lu Zhuxin was caught off guard.

Song Shiyuan’s deathly pale face appeared at the doorway.

“What is it?” she said, her tone not very good.

Her voice was also somewhat dry and hoarse.

“Sister, your complexion doesn’t look good.” Lu Zhuxin said. “Did something happen?”

Song Shiyuan was silent for a moment.

She lowered her eyes slightly, somewhat not daring to look directly at the young girl before her.

“I’m fine. I just had a nightmare.”

In the nightmare, you were still the female lead.