Although Senior Tang Yimian was being so open and generous, adopting a "my treat" attitude,
Lin Yu still had to play the role of a "gentleman" for appearances.
He had just learned the hard way—
if there was even the slightest illogical detail, Senior Tang would instantly shatter his beautiful dream.
Maintaining his persona was a crucial step!
"Senior, I..."
"Don’t say that. Let me search elsewhere properly."
"Maybe we can find something like anti-inflammatory medicine, grab it, and leave as soon as possible."
"If we drive fast enough, in a day... no, just a dozen hours!"
"Maybe in just a dozen hours, we can reach a hospital..."
"Then you’ll be saved!"
"Don’t give up, don’t just give up like that!"
Lin Yu pleaded fervently, gripping Tang Yimian’s hand tightly.
His panicked expression and trembling, hoarse voice betrayed no flaws.
At the very least, he had to establish his image firmly—then leave the rest to Senior Tang.
Tang Yimian shook her head, her eyes reddening as she said,
"Don’t waste your effort, Junior Lin Yu."
"We both know there’s no hope."
"Maybe... this is just my fate."
"Destined to end my short life here..."
"If you feel uncomfortable doing... that with someone who’s about to die, then forget it."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Hey, hey, hey!
He never said that! That wasn’t what he meant! Don’t twist his words!
He had almost overplayed his act.
If he kept up the charade any longer, Senior Tang might revoke his "firing rights."
Lin Yu quickly discarded the towel around him, matching Senior Tang’s state of undress.
He had to make his stance clear—at least she wouldn’t think he was backing down now!
"How could that be, Senior?"
"What do you mean ‘someone about to die’? Why would I feel uncomfortable?"
Tang Yimian had a serious misunderstanding about the definition of "comfortable."
Those familiar with dreams would know—there were many intricacies at play here.
This stage was usually when dreams were most prone to shattering.
Lin Yu’s personal record so far was... three strokes!
A record he had just set earlier that night.
Don’t be fooled by Tang Yimian’s sweet words now, or how she was the one making the request.
Once things actually started, who knew what state she’d be in?
She might not even last as long as a nurse!
So, Lin Yu had deduced a rule:
To succeed in the dream world, one had to be fast, precise, and ruthless.
Dragging things out with too much preamble was a pure waste of time and opportunity.
Tang Yimian blushed as she glanced at Lin Yu, then quickly averted her gaze.
The last time she’d seen such a sight...
Was her cousin’s one-year-old son!
The difference between an adult and an infant was... substantial.
Her shyness lasted only a few seconds.
Soon, her evasive eyes returned to him.
She was already at death’s door—what did she have left to fear?
What couldn’t she look at?
Did she really want to leave Junior Lin Yu with a terrible memory in her final moments?
She didn’t have many male friends.
The only boy who had ever made her heart flutter...
Was probably Junior Lin Yu, right?
Perhaps...
If not for this "life-and-death separation," she might never have had the chance to be with him.
Fate often worked this way.
Only when facing the end did one realize how precious it was to seize the moment.
If given another chance, Tang Yimian felt she would never hide her feelings again.
Speaking them aloud would surely lead to a better outcome.
"Junior Lin Yu, I... what should I do now?"
"I don’t really understand this. You guide me."
As she spoke, she shifted slightly inward, making more space for Lin Yu to join her.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What an incredible senior!
A single offhand remark sent his blood boiling instantly.
Oh, beautiful dream, please hold on!
Give him just a little more time!
"Senior, I don’t have much experience either."
"Everything I know is from... what I’ve seen."
"Just relax. I think it should go like this..."
Lin Yu moved in.
Usually a master of setting the mood, crafting a slow, tender prelude—
this time, he threw all that out the window.
Rash. Even a little rough. Straight to the point.
Then again...
This behavior was far more fitting for a college student with no real-world experience.
After a tearful, trembling gasp—
What followed was a chaotic, relentless storm.
No finesse. No technique.
Just the raw, untamed fury of a pioneer blazing through uncharted territory.
Even the narrowest, most untouched paths were conquered with breakneck speed, as if racing against time itself.
What shocked Lin Yu the most was—
despite her reddened, tearful eyes, Senior Tang clenched her teeth and endured.
Not once did the "phantom pain" cause the dream world to collapse.
This sensation... was unprecedented!
Worried the dream might end prematurely, Lin Yu stomped on the accelerator, charging forward even harder.
Now, though...
It felt a bit like crushing a delicate flower underfoot.
"Lin Yu, slower..."
Only after confirming the path was safe did Tang Yimian finally speak up.
By then, she had already endured enough "phantom pain" to last a lifetime.
Lin Yu eased off the throttle slightly, taking more care to assess the "road conditions."
But the moment he straightened up—
A dark shadow loomed over him and Tang Yimian.
Lin Yu turned his head: "???"
Tang Yimian: "Ah!! Such a huge crocodile!"
Lin Yu: "..."
What the hell? An actual crocodile?!
......
Back in Lin Yu’s bedroom.
A sharp pain, accompanied by a disorienting buzz,
yanked him back to reality.
Lin Yu sprawled out in frustration, glaring at the ceiling.
He never should have let Senior Tang’s mind wander!
That crocodile—with jaws like an abyss—wasn’t his doing at all.
It was entirely Tang Yimian’s imagination that had summoned it to end them.
If he had stayed more focused, more forceful...
She wouldn’t have had time to conjure such an ending!
Careless!
After being so cautious for so long, he’d gotten sloppy the moment he hit the gas!
Not fully committing did leave some regrets.
But this significant progress filled Lin Yu with newfound confidence.
He was one giant leap closer to becoming the King of Dreams!
After steadying his mind, Lin Yu drifted back to sleep.
Meanwhile...
While Lin Yu could sleep peacefully, someone else wasn’t so lucky...
......
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