Wang Defa?
What kind of nonsense is she spouting?
How dare she come here playing the victim after being the aggressor!
Who messed with whom?
He was just a decent young man, minding his own business.
She was the one who ambushed him, pulling that wall-kiss stunt!
If it weren't for Lin Yu being involved in the same situation,
people might actually believe her twisted version.
Now he had to keep it all bottled up, with no way to explain himself.
How utterly frustrating!
Lin Yu couldn't hold back and snapped:
"Feirong, you’ve got quite the imagination!"
Huang Feirong continued her dramatic accusations over the phone:
"I’m serious, why would I lie? You were practically dying of thirst back then."
Lin Yu: "Well, maybe I really was thirsty!"
Huang Feirong: "There’s even juicier stuff—wanna hear it?"
Lin Yu: "..."
He didn’t need her to say it.
What else could it be?
Big Sister Yao Yao swinging her machete at him, of course.
Even so, he played dumb and asked:
"Nothing good ever happens when I show up in your dreams. Go on, what’s this ‘juicier’ plot?"
Strangely, Huang Feirong didn’t mention anything about calling him "brother" or playing games, making Lin Yu wonder if the dream had been so wild that she forgot half of it upon waking.
She only focused on the ending:
"Let’s pick up where we left off. You know how, in the internet café chair, you were on top of me when you… shuddered?"
Lin Yu: "I don’t know! How would I know? Feirong, you’re making this up. What kind of person do you take me for?"
Huang Feirong: "Come on! Why won’t you believe me? If I’m lying, may I—"
Lin Yu: "..."
May you what?
Too scared to finish that sentence, huh?
He couldn’t be bothered to argue.
It was her dream—she could spin it however she wanted.
Lin Yu was curious to hear how she’d describe the "Take this, sneak attack!" moment.
Huang Feirong went on:
"Here’s the kicker—you’d never guess."
"Before you could even pull your pants up, Yao Yao’s husband showed up!"
"She had this huge, massive cleaver and charged straight at us…"
She suddenly paused.
Lin Yu saw right through her.
Couldn’t even finish making it up before calling, huh?
At least put some effort into the script next time!
He feigned suspicion and prodded:
"She charged at us, and then what? You ran?"
He was ready to roast her for it.
But Huang Feirong’s mind worked surprisingly fast.
She continued:
"Run? Me? No way!"
"You hadn’t pulled up your pants, and neither had I!"
"I hadn’t even finished cleaning up!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Were we even in the same dream?
In his version, his fists were clenched.
In hers… what exactly was clenched?
"Lin Yu, you were actually really heroic," Huang Feirong said.
"When Yao Yao came at us, you didn’t run. You shielded me."
"And then—schlik!—she stabbed you with the cleaver."
"After that, it was over. I woke up from the shock."
After hearing Huang Feirong’s wildly inappropriate dream retelling, Lin Yu dryly praised:
"Bravo. I stab you, she stabs me—what a beautifully tragic plot."
Huang Feirong burst into laughter over the phone:
"Hahaha! Listen, Lin Yu, don’t you dare get any ideas about me."
"If Yao Yao finds out, you’re dead for real."
"Are you home tomorrow night? My mom agreed to let me stay over for a few days. Mind if I come play on your computer for a bit?"
"Beep beep beep..."
Before Huang Feirong could finish speaking,
Lin Yu angrily hung up the phone.
He was absolutely certain.
The "King of Dirty Jokes" was calling just to mess with his head.
If he let her have a peaceful time on his computer tomorrow, he'd write his surname "Lin" upside down!
After lying back down,
Lin Yu tried to calm his emotions.
A bad dream could easily ruin his mood the next day.
It was already past 3 a.m.
Only two hours left before his morning run.
He needed to hurry and dive back into the dream world for another round.
All he could hope for was that Nurse Xia would give him a sweet dream—no strings attached.
Before long,
The scene around Lin Yu shifted once more...
The late-night cityscape came into view.
Clearly deep into the night, even the streetlights were off.
"Xiao Yu, come in already! What’s with the brooding act over there?"
Xia Yiwei’s voice called from behind him.
Lin Yu turned around
And realized he was standing at the entrance of the community clinic.
This dream’s plot was moving fast—
No time for mental preparation at all.
The clinic was dark, already closed for the night.
Xia Yiwei crouched under the half-raised rolling shutter, beckoning him inside.
Her so-called "night shifts" weren’t about keeping the clinic open for patients.
Just manning a 24-hour medication pickup window.
A doorbell was installed outside—
When someone came, she’d wake up to dispense medicine.
Otherwise, she’d nap on a foldable bed.
An empty clinic. Just the two of them.
Compared to the noisy chaos earlier, this dream was eerily quiet.
Lin Yu followed Xia Yiwei’s lead and slipped into the clinic’s lobby.
"It’s so quiet… Are there any other doctors on duty?"
He asked instinctively,
Subtly reinforcing the "we’re alone" idea in Xia Yiwei’s subconscious.
Better to avoid unexpected interruptions later… when things got interesting.
"I already told you, it’s just me tonight."
"Go wait over there. I’ll grab something for you—be right back."
Lin Yu: "???"
Grab what?
Nurse Xia came with her own script, leaving him to guess.
Confused but smart enough not to pry,
Lin Yu stayed quiet. In dreams with pre-set plots, talking too much could destabilize the whole world.
He walked over to Xia Yiwei’s foldable bed and glanced casually…
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Wish he hadn’t looked.
The sight nearly made him lose his composure on the spot.
Leather jackets, leather pants, fishnets, white, purple, nude, black, lace… and even a damn pink thing laid out?!
What kind of plot twist was this?!
Were these… outfits for later?
Nurse Xia’s dream was the right call.
...
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