Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Chapter 53 [Having a Son with a Witch]

In the dream, when I opened my eyes, I was in another world.

This is a double room.

A cozy, soft, and comfortable bed. Warm colors create a tranquil atmosphere.

The delicate embroidery, warm and inviting, stirs the heart.

Light shines, illuminating dreams. Flowers adorn, encapsulating life's emotions.

Breathe gently, feel the warmth in my chest. Thoughtful design, love deepens.

Gazing freely at the scenery outside the window. Soft lamplight, a tranquil setting for the night.

Relaxation and comfort, a haven for the soul. A cozy bed, filled with love.

A familiar room, a familiar big bed.

Well, this dream was finally normal.

He thought to himself.

My breathing also felt much smoother.

Ok?

Why does it smell like a woman's fragrance?

I sniffed again, and yes, it was definitely a woman's scent.

Glancing at the side.

Two pillows!

On the pillow, there was a long strand of a woman's hair.

Suddenly, a memory flooded my mind.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

As far as I can remember, he was already married.

The woman he married was naturally a witch.

However, over the years, because he was impotent, the witch went to great lengths to cure him.

Not only did he exhaust his family fortune, but he also went out every day to personally collect various medicinal herbs.

Despite years of treatment, there has been no improvement.

The witch never lost heart and persevered.

She believed that her husband would one day...

His lips twitched, and he hurriedly pulled back the blanket to check on the spot.

I rely on!

Witch, I'm not done with you yet!

He thought this dream would be more normal, but unexpectedly, it tormented him just as much as before.

This witch is truly terrifying.

He was almost certain that such a dream was most likely the result of the witch doing something in reality to create such a dream.

In my memory, the witch even went so far as to do so every night.

Psychological counseling, physical relaxation, regular diet, and multi-faceted treatment.

Looking at the helpless little animal, he suddenly felt for the first time that one day he really needed to make that witch taste his greatness.

Rather than feeling powerless as in a dream.

Lost in thought, the door creaked open, and someone pushed it open and entered.

This was a charming and beautiful woman, as lovely as a flower, dressed in a thin, plain dress, her snow-white skin revealing a hint of pale blood.

Her eyebrows curved into her temples, like willows swaying gently in the spring breeze, and her eyes seemed to hold endless, brimming autumn water.

Her graceful figure moved like flowing water, exuding a languid and elegant aura.

"Husband, it's time to take your medicine."

Her soft voice, like a nightingale's song, filled the air, inspiring longing. Her beauty, like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, was not worn down by time, but rather gradually gained a mature charm.

The aura emanating from her is like a graceful, flowing curve, melodious and pleasing to the ear.

In my memory, she was a woman of exceptional talent, whose inner world was overflowing with the fragrance of words.

Whether it's playing the zither, playing chess, calligraphy, or painting, she can showcase it with a unique charm. Her talent is as ethereal as smoke and clouds, captivating all who behold it.

Charm is an innate quality.

The woman's charm seemed to be the result of the passage of time, becoming more and more radiant and graceful.

At first glance, she is a woman worth appreciating, a graceful woman who carries the memories of time.

She still possesses a captivating charm that inspires awe, as if she were witnessing the most beautiful scenery in life.

One glance is enough to touch the heartstrings and linger there for a long time.

She possesses an irresistible charm that captivates all who behold her.

That's it?

Suddenly I feel so happy.

Wait, what a load of happiness! All of this is thanks to her.

Take medicine?

Drinking water is pointless; it's a dream, how could it possibly cure you?

Anyway, he refused.

When the medicine was brought over, he immediately looked disgusted.

Who wants your medicine? Get out of here.

By the way, won't congenital disabilities from dreams carry over into the real world?

"You vicious woman, bring the medicine over here!"

Drink it all in one gulp.

Yes, I feel much more at ease now.

"Husband, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."

As she spoke, she still skillfully dressed him and made the bed.

After breakfast, he began his meditation in the courtyard.

As for the witch, she's in pretty good shape.

Let's not wake her up.

In the dream, at first, she was unconscious.

It was actually a dream.

However, once stimulated, she will wake up and, like him, possess her own independent consciousness.

This is fine; he won't go crazy, and it won't disturb his cultivation.

Nestled quietly in the mountains, hidden among lush green leaves, is a small house.

This little house may be unassuming, but it exudes a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

In front of the house, there is a clump of swaying bamboo. When the breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rustle as if they are whispering.

Behind the house is a dense pine forest, with pine needles covering the ground, making it soft and comfortable to walk on.

The walls of the cottage are made of natural gray stone, and the moss peeking out from between the stones adds a touch of rustic beauty.

The roof is covered with red glazed tiles, which shimmer softly in the sunlight.

A simple curtain hangs on the window, and through the windowpane, you can see the distant green mountains rising and falling, shrouded in mist.

Upon entering the cottage, a simple yet cozy living room comes into view.

A square table was laid on the spacious wooden floor, upon which sat a bunch of fresh wildflowers, their fragrance filling the air.

A simple desk stood in the corner, with an ancient book and a set of writing implements on it.

Stepping from the living room into the bedroom, there's a simple wooden bed... This house is awful.

There is a small courtyard outside the cabin, with lush green grass and a few wildflowers dotting the landscape.

An old banyan tree with lush foliage brings a touch of coolness and shade to the courtyard. In one corner of the courtyard, there is a small stone table and a few chairs.

The mountain cabin is simple and natural, giving people a rustic beauty.

Here, you can escape the hustle and bustle of city life and quietly appreciate the beauty and tranquility of nature.

It just so happens that this place is also suitable for him to cultivate.