Chapter 303: You Have to Help Me Hold Her Hands and Feet
Chapter 303: You Have to Help Me Hold Her Hands and Feet
The events didn’t occur two weeks ago, but a full month earlier.
At the time, Ye Yuqing had a bizarre dream while sleeping.
In the dream, she and Akihime were twin sisters, both harboring secret love for their classmate Fang Cheng.
The three got to know each other during a school festival, their relationship warming rapidly until they became inseparable friends.
Ye Yuqing noticed Akihime’s hidden feelings for Fang Cheng but refused to back down—instead, she confessed first and started dating him.
After they began dating, Ye Yuqing learned Fang Cheng had actually been pining for Akihime all along. Since she looked identical to Akihime, Fang Cheng only realized he’d mistaken her identity after accepting her confession.
This awkward triangle dragged on until a heartbroken Akihime chose to study abroad.
At the airport, Fang Cheng finally confessed his true feelings to Akihime, and they shared a passionate kiss before the crowd.
Watching from afar, Ye Yuqing wept silently, realizing she’d merely been the clown wedged between them.
As Fang Cheng and Akihime departed together, the surrounding figures faded until only Ye Yuqing remained in the empty city center—a discarded stray.
“You’ll die soon.”
A woman’s voice pierced her ears.
Then the dream shattered like glass.
Upon waking, Ye Yuqing cringed so hard she nearly scratched trenches in the floor with her toes.
She brushed it off, blaming her recent binge of romance games for the vivid fantasy.
But days later, the same dream returned: Fang Cheng and Akihime flew off together, abandoning her.
As the dream ended, the woman’s voice repeated the death warning.
Two identical nightmares convinced even Ye Yuqing something was wrong.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell Akihime—the dream’s contents shamed her, and she feared exposing her own feelings.
By the third occurrence, the dream changed. Ye Yuqing found herself unable to control her body.
Her limbs moved autonomously, leaving the villa with supernatural strength and agility to battle night-prowling monsters across Tokyo.
This dream thrilled rather than frightened her—a welcome change for a troublemaker who envied Kanzaki Rin’s monster-hunting career.
Subsequent nights saw her venturing farther, even to the city’s outskirts. She relished these adventures, though daytime exhaustion became routine.
Weeks later, when Asaka Akihime casually asked if she’d been sneaking out at night, Ye Yuqing realized these weren’t dreams—they were real.
Still, she kept silent. The dreams gave her life purpose, replacing her aimless days. She feared losing them.
Only the recurring death warnings unsettled her. She resolved to tell Fang Cheng everything upon his return—if trouble came, he alone could fix it.
But Fang Cheng’s attitude after returning left Ye Yuqing filled with grievances.
He showed care toward everyone else, yet treated her dismissively—even her gift turned out to be a cheap street vendor’s toy.
Bottling up her hurt, she kept silent, a bitter thought surfacing:
*Fine, let me die. You clearly don’t care. Once I’m gone, you and Akihime can double date without me as your third wheel.*
These grievances built up until tonight’s explosion.
As for why her body had been under control or the origin of that voice—she genuinely had no clue.
Hearing Ye Yuqing’s tearful account, Fang Cheng realized that beneath her carefree facade lay a sensitive heart attuned to others’ treatment of her.
His dismissiveness had wounded her, but it also revealed how deeply she cared about his attitude.
After crying, Ye Yuqing—though embarrassed—kept snuggling into his arms, wiping tears on his clothes.
Fang Cheng patted her head. “I’ll handle this. No more fear.”
Unaccustomed to such gentleness, her head spun dizzily, cheeks flushed.
She mumbled, “Don’t bully me anymore.”
Summoning the Blood Eagle, he nodded. “Deal.”
Blinking, she added, “Even if I mess up, no hitting.”
As they soared into the sky, he laughed. “I’ll just lecture you.”
Surprised by his compliance, she pressed further: “Help me during arguments!”
His smile tightened. “Sure.”
“And hold Kanzaki Rin’s hands and feet when I confront that mistress!”
*Slap!*
He smacked her backside. “Enough!”
*This brat just kept pushing her luck. Spare the rod and she’d challenge the gods! Claims I “bully” her? She’s begging for discipline.*
Dumbfounded, Ye Yuqing protested, “You said I could share grievances!”
Fang Cheng grinned. “Yes—so I can laugh at them.”
“You!” She bit his chest hard.
*This bastard’s true colors emerge before we even get home!*
Outwardly smiling, Fang Cheng sighed inwardly. *Solving this “coolly” sounds nice, but where do I start?*
By 5 a.m., Ye Yuqing—once hyper as a husky—now drowsily clung to her money pouch in bed, muttering, “Mine… all mine.”
Fang Cheng brushed her cheek. He wasn’t oblivious to her feelings.
Truthfully, Ye Yuqing—young and surrounded by cultists and monsters—naturally gravitated toward him: handsome, heroic, witty.
Yet he’d dismissed her. Her bratty antics made her seem more like a troublemaking child than someone to take seriously.
Once she slept, he drew the Thunder Hammer from his shadow, eyeing her head. *Tap… tap…*