If you want to survive after transmigrating, become the male protagonist's new mother.

Pei Yuening was wrapped in the blanket, her mind still slowly working.

Last night's scenes kept replaying in my mind: Luo Ren's fingers, his breathing, and him at the desk at the beginning...

Wait, the desk.

Pei Yuening sat up straight.

Oops.

Report!!--

Pei Yuening immediately threw off the covers, jumped off the bed barefoot, not even caring that her feet were on the cold floor.

He pulled out a chair and sat down at his desk, frantically flipping through the half-finished record he had written yesterday.

There were only about ten lines of text on the paper, written in a crooked and messy manner.

Yesterday was probably too painful, and I was only thinking about getting it resolved as soon as possible.

But now, looking back and reading it through again, he realized...

If this thing is handed over, He Shuming will definitely show him what it means to have something truly extraordinary.

"Nai Nai..." Pei Yuening picked up her pen and tore off another page.

Even more so Cao Dan's.

He discovered that he had forgotten everything he had memorized perfectly in his dream the night before.

"Aaaaaah—" Pei Yuening screamed, clutching her head.

A slow, deliberate sound came from the other side of the pillow: "...Now you know you're in a hurry?"

Pei Yuening turned around.

Egg was still nestled on the pillow, the black slime resembling a puddle of Ningbo sesame paste, too lazy to even maintain its shape.

"Why didn't you say that earlier?" Egg said. "I told you this last night when I was writing the report. You've been singing my ears off."

"I was looking for inspiration!"

"You've gone so far as to dream about finding inspiration, haven't you?"

Pei Yuening's face flushed, and she turned away, ignoring it, her pen tip poking at the paper.

"Don't make a sound, I'm reminiscing."

He closed his eyes, trying to bring his attention back.

Luo Ren's voice in my dream last night...

No, it's the report on the table.

The grass must be ground until there are no particles; otherwise, flocculent sediment will form during the later stages of cooking.

When the dragon's blood vine juice begins to bubble in the crucible, add three drops, wait ten seconds, and then add three more drops.

Add the rock salt powder last, in three batches, with a 30-second interval between each addition...

He opened his eyes and quickly wrote it down.

But halfway through writing, the image in my mind suddenly shifted.

In his dream, when Luo Ren looked down at him writing a report, his gray-blue eyes remained fixed on his face.

It's about him as a person.

Pei Yuening shook his head and continued writing.

But as I was writing, the pen stopped again.

He stared at the line of words he had just written on the paper and suddenly frowned.

wrong.

How did Luo Ren know he was writing a report?

He had thought of this last night, but then they... well.

He wrote it while sitting in his room, while Luo Ren was in the Duke's mansion, half a city away.

Why would Naroren dream of this?

He clearly didn't say anything to Luo Ren.

Pei Yuening turned her head: "Egg."

"What?"

"Tell me the truth," Pei Yuening asked. "Luo Ren dreamed of me last night, and he was helping me write a report."

"Did you really just replace me without pre-transmitting my memories or assignments to him?"

Egg shook its head: "No."

"The ability of the nightmare demon is to replace the content of dreams and enhance the feedback of the five senses, not to transmit information across space."

"As for why Luo Ren has your homework content in his subconscious, that's something he knows himself, and it has nothing to do with me."

"How did he know?"

Egg shook its non-existent head: "I don't know."

Pei Yuening was stunned for a moment, then instinctively lunged towards the bed.

"...Gao Gao?" He pulled the little sprite out of the blanket. "Gao Gao!"

A groggy response came from her palm: "Um... Master...?"

Gao Gao wobbled up and raised her head, her wings drooping: "What are you doing, Master... I'm still sleeping... I chatted with you for so long last night..."

Pei Yuening shook her: "Gao Gao, I have a question for you!"

"When you delivered lunch to Duke Luo yesterday, did you say anything to him? About my homework? Or about the report I'm writing?"

Gao Gao, with her eyes half-closed, nodded her head little by little: "Um... homework... what homework..."

"It's about the investigation and record-keeping I was doing!"

"No..." Gao Gao yawned, flapping her little wings. "I came back right after delivering the food yesterday..."

"Duke Luo was reviewing official documents in his study, so I put down the food box without saying anything to him...and he didn't ask me anything either..."

Pei Yuening was stunned.

Naroren, in the end—

"However," Gao Gao added half-asleep, "you don't need to ask me what he's saying; he can see and hear it himself."

Pei Yuening: "...What?"

"His spirit is in your quill pen, isn't it?" Gao Gao's voice was sticky and sweet. "He saw and heard it himself, why are you asking me why..."

Pei Yuening gasped.

The crystal quill pen was still held between my fingers, its body translucent, gleaming faintly in the morning light, lying there quietly and innocently.

"...What?"

Gao Gao instantly woke up halfway from her nap: "Uh... Master...?"

"You mean, this pen..." Pei Yuening said, emphasizing each word, "possesses Luo Ren's spiritual power?"

Gao Gao's wings snapped straight up immediately.

Those big eyes began to dart nervously left and right: "Well... well..."

"Cake!"

"Yes! Yes!" Gao Gao closed her eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Master! Duke Luo mentioned this before he gave me the things... but then that day..."

"I forgot..."

Pei Yuening clutched her chest, gasping for breath: "So... tell me, what are the triggering conditions for mental power...?"

"...I think I can just hold it."

"I can see you doing your homework..." Gao Gao shrank her neck, "and I can hear all the sounds you make in your room..."

Pei Yuening's brain went blank.

This pen...

He used it to write a report last night, and also used it as a microphone to sing.

You mean, all sounds.

all!

Luo Ren throughout, in its entirety...

Did you all hear that?!

"...What about your dreams these past two nights? Did I let something slip?"

Pei Yuening, holding the pen, pinched her philtrum: "Luo Ren knows that the person in the dream was me?"

"He knew I voluntarily used dream magic to go in and replace him, yet he still kissed and hugged him, and acted like a spoiled child?!"

Egg paused for a second: "I might not have been sure just now."

Pei Yuening looked up.

Egg stretched out his hand and pointed to the pen in his hand that occasionally emitted a faint glow: "Now you definitely know."

"Because you just said everything in front of this pen."

“…………”

Pei Yuening's vision went black, and he collapsed.