The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

As for what love is, Bai Chan naturally doesn't understand, but she is well-read!

In her eyes, love is probably equivalent to appetite—an instinctive craving, an instinctive desire, and a hearty indulgence once obtained! Love is probably equivalent to animality—killing a flock of chickens but only taking one. But she is no longer a mindless, inferior being, so she calls this animality love.

Love makes one drool, and once obtained, it can be devoured. But Bai Chan didn't know how to obtain it. She frantically combed her fox fur, which had been ruffled by the river wind, trying her best not to look disheveled.

The first time he met love's gaze, his pupils seemed to tremble.

"How did you get in here?!"

Her voice is so nice, even when she's angry she's so gentle, she looks so easy to bully.

The man bent down, his slender, long fingers restraining Bai Chan's wrist. He was busy and didn't have time to deal with this intruder, so he simply used a straw rope to tie the little fox with two tails to the table leg.

Bai Chan was determined to play with him. Despite his frail appearance and the rotten straw rope, Bai Chan didn't struggle at all. He just waited—even an impatient fox becomes exceptionally patient before getting food.

There is no sun here, so there is no dawn in the east or sunset in the west. Bai Chan no longer cares about what time it is. She counts the stars one by one out of boredom.

"Who are you?" The man finally finished his work and squatted down to observe Bai Chan, as if he had never seen such an adorable little fox before.

A few strands of hair still hung down between his brows, and the moment he got close, Bai Chan gently blew on them, causing the white hair to fall onto his long eyelashes.

"And who are you?" Bai Chan asked instead of answering, which immediately made the man's eyelids turn red with anger, arousing Bai Chan's desire.

"I am the god who governs the Abyss of Dreams."

"Protoss? Really?"

The gods are known for their great power, how could they be so weak and frail? How could they be bullied by an unknown little fox like her?

But Bai Chan didn't say it out loud. Judging from his delicate skin, his heart must be quite fragile.

"What's your name?" Bai Chan asked again when he didn't answer.

The man was furious. He grabbed Bai Chan by the back of her hand and was about to drag her away.

What a joke! She dares to call herself a god. Bai Chan didn't even use her spiritual power, she just used some physical skills, and this god couldn't do anything to her.

Tell me your name and I'll leave.

"Gods have no names; you may call me the God of Dreams."

"I was just kidding. Even if you told me, I wouldn't leave."

The Dream God blushed with anger, but there was nothing he could do. He poured tea into his mouth, trying to suppress the small flame in his heart.

"The God of Dreams, so you control dreams?"

He didn't answer, and treated Bai Chan like air again.

Bai Chan wanted to ignore herself, but mischief was instinctive; when she was bored, she had to cause trouble.

She dismantled the Dream God's table, smashed his teacup, and plucked the fur from his raincoat, but he was so good-natured that he didn't get angry.

"I really want to talk to someone." Bai Chan was so bored that she struck up a conversation with an old man in line for a boat, "Where are you from?"

The old man didn't answer, and Bai Chan assumed he was hard of hearing, so she shouted even louder, "Where did you come from? Ah—"

"Ah—" Her voice was blocked in her throat as a hand covered her mouth from behind, preventing her from making a sound, which startled Bai Chan.

"Don't shout."

"Oh, you're finally talking to me?"

He didn't react, so Bai Chan took a deep breath, ready to strike. The hand covering her mouth could only frantically exert force.

"Please, don't scream."

"For..." Bai Chan pouted and kissed his palm.

A chill ran down his spine and up to his head. Meng Shen sprang to his feet and abruptly withdrew his hand, as if afraid that Bai Chan would make another move.

"Why?" This question was asked out of curiosity, not flirting. Bai Chan was so bored that she wanted to strike up a conversation with him no matter what.

The Dream God could only patiently answer her questions while using a straw rope to tie Bai Chan's hands around his waist to prevent her from causing trouble.

"These are all sleeping creatures; we must get them all on the ship before the dream can begin."

"I love to dream too, but I don't remember ever being here before?"

"Before entering a dream, all living beings are unconscious and will not retain any memories, unless..." The Dream God busied himself again, arranging for the living beings to lie down on the small boats, and then rowing the wooden oars to make the small boats drift further away. "Young living beings may retain consciousness, but they will not remember it when they grow up."

The straw rope was really fragile. Bai Chan was sure that it would break immediately if she struggled even slightly, but she didn't do that. After all, although the Dream God was weak, he was still a god. It was enough to bully him once or twice. If he disobeyed again, he would really lose all face.

Yes, it was for the sake of the Dream God's face, not because although he was thin, his abdominal muscles were not bad. Bai Chan swayed her small hands with the Dream God's movements, feeling his body curves, and secretly having fun.

"You damn fox!" Dream God muttered to himself, but he didn't avoid her hand. A blush crept up from his neck to his cheeks, and his whole body felt like it was burning up.

The Dream God was always very busy, with too many beings needing to enter his dreams. Gradually, the straw rope disappeared, and Bai Chan obediently learned to help. The Dream God was much more relaxed and had more free time. Bai Chan didn't cause any trouble and just followed quietly behind him.

Isn't it boring? It's really boring, but his face is truly amazing, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a high nose bridge. What kind of masterful craftsmanship could sculpt such a work? Bai Chan often stares at him, and when their eyes meet unintentionally, she doesn't look away, but instead admires him even more openly.

The Dream God blushed again...

There is no sunlight in Linmengyuan, the twinkling of the stars has become mechanical, the calm river surface is as usual, and the barren sandy soil cannot grow any plants. Even by accident, this is a place without hope.

They gradually became acquainted. The Dream God no longer chased away Bai Chan, nor did he treat her as air. He silently accepted her company, listened to her ask all sorts of strange and wonderful questions, and described the colorful world of fireworks, the autumn leaves of Qiuyeping with their red maple leaves in all four seasons, the long time of cultivation, and her loving brothers.

Bai Chan was lively and loved excitement. Although the Dream Goddess was beautiful, life in the Dream Abyss was really boring. She couldn't help but miss the fine wine, the bountiful rice fields, the majestic green mountains, the bustling towns, and the steaming meat buns of the human world. But whenever she saw the loneliness in the Dream Goddess's eyes, she felt a pang of pity and couldn't bear to leave him alone in this dead zone.

"Do you still have family?" Bai Chan asked softly, as if to confirm again whether he had any other companions.

"How can gods have families?"

"No parents, no siblings?"

"Gods," the Dream God paused, his eyes like calm, still river water, "living beings are nurtured by heaven and earth. You are born with spirits, flesh and blood, seven emotions and six desires, and live only for yourselves."

"But gods are not. The existence of gods is an accident in nature. We are the wishes in the hearts of living beings: immortality, happy marriage, or great wealth. Gods are born from these wishes, born for wishes, and die without wishes. The power of wishes forms a divine core, absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth. That is how I exist."