The little hand stroked Song Shuhang's head over and over, without stopping.
It felt wonderful.
Strange. If this is Dream Entry, shouldn't I "wake up" and get the dream's story started?
Why has it been nothing but a little hand stroking my head all this time?
Is this dream's story ever going to start?
Song Shuhang was somewhat puzzled.
Still, the little hand really was soft, and it even came with a soothing effect.
As that little hand gently stroked him, Song Shuhang felt his whole body inexplicably relax. He just wanted to let her keep stroking him forever, and had no desire to open his eyes and get the story started.
No!
Wake up! This isn't Dream Entry.
Dream Entry doesn't feel like this.
Someone in the Present World was touching his head!
Song Shuhang's eyes flew open as he jolted awake.
But the space above his bed was empty. There wasn't a soul in sight.
The Merit Snake Beauty hadn't deployed any defenses, either.
"Was I imagining things?" Song Shuhang rubbed the spot between his brows.
Was this a lingering aftereffect of getting attacked by Fat Ball during the day?
He sniffed again. Besides his own scent and those of his three roommates, there was the lingering scent of the Willow Tree Demon Qingwu. Beyond that, there was a fainter scent that probably belonged to Gao Moumou's girlfriend, Mei Yi.
There were also some mingled scents left by visitors from the neighboring dorm rooms.
Apart from those, there were no suspicious scents.
"Looks like I really am getting a little jumpy," Song Shuhang said.
He lay back down and ran a hand over his short hair. That feeling of a soft little hand stroking him in the dream had been far too real.
After that...
Song Shuhang couldn't