Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Cheng Cheng was much taller than her, and she had to look up to see his face. Moonlight shone from behind, gilding her with a silvery edge, and her small figure cast a long, thin shadow in the moonlight.

She looked at him, a sudden surge of courage welling up within her. She knelt before Cheng Cheng, took his hands in hers, and, taking advantage of his momentary daze—

He kissed her.

"Well……"

Their lips met tightly in a heartbeat.

Cheng Cheng's eyes widened immediately.

It was a very light kiss, as light as a feather falling on water, or a petal drifting over a branch; as light as a sigh, which dissipated in the wind before it could be heard clearly.

Before Cheng Cheng could fully savor the softness and warmth of that moment, their lips parted again after another moment of intense attraction.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The starlight stopped twinkling, the sea of ​​clouds ceased its surging, and the wind stopped its march; only the moonlight continued to flow, gently bathing them.

"you……"

Freya released her grip and took a step back.

The moonlight shone on her.

On that small face, a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with pink; her eyelashes trembled slightly, like startled butterflies, her lips were slightly parted, her hands were clasped together, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

Then, she looked up.

Those light blue eyes reflected the moonlight, and also his face:

Would Mom do that?

Chapter 64, The Dragon: A Symbol of Emperors

Freya blushed under the moonlight, her light blue eyes reflecting his face, shy yet stubborn.

Facing Freya's desperate attack, Cheng Cheng nodded vigorously:

"meeting."

"what?"

"Isn't kissing normal?" Cheng Cheng tilted his head and grinned mischievously. "It's not strange if no one sticks out their tongue."

"So we need to do it a few more times."

"Hey, could it be that you..."

Freya wanted to say something, but Cheng Cheng had already reached out and pulled her close, his small body pressed against hers, and he lowered his head to kiss Fang Ze.

"Wait! I just wanted to wake you up, don't overthink it, hey..."

Freya's words were cut off.

This time, the entanglement between lips and teeth lasted even longer.

The girl's lips were soft, like freshly baked cotton candy, melting at the slightest touch; her sweet scent was like newly blooming gardenias in spring, intoxicating him and making him linger.

Freya froze, her mind blank, feeling lightheaded and dizzy. His arms were wrapped around her waist so tightly that she didn't know where to put her own hands. She could only clutch his clothes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Freya was panting heavily.

A blush spread from her cheeks to her ears; her watery blue eyes looked like she had just cried, with a little moisture still clinging to her eyelashes; her slightly swollen lips glistened with moisture and were still trembling gently.

She lay limp in Cheng Cheng's arms, her body weak and powerless.

It took Freya quite a while to come to her senses.

Then--

The little fist pounded hard on Cheng Cheng's chest!

"You! You! Are you already awake? Are you trying to take advantage of me on purpose?! Hey!"

Cheng Cheng chuckled and hugged her, letting the little fists pound on him as he licked his lips.

Mmm, it's sweet.

During their first kiss, he did indeed recall the past and wake up.

Then we had a great kiss.

Based on years of experience with visual novels... no, Freya, I've already won her over, haven't I?

"I am a wandering princess, and you are the knight who protects me..." This line is clearly a special CG for a moonlit confession, right?

The next scene should be in bed, right?

Now I'm really going to marry the princess.

He looked down at the petite girl in his arms, who was still hitting him, her face flushed red, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart:

"Freya, we..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and everything before my eyes began to blur—the starry sky, the mountain peak, the moonlight, and even the person in my arms were fading and disappearing.

When Cheng Cheng came to his senses, the starry sky was still there, but the two of them were already sitting in a garden.

A pristine white tea table, a lace tablecloth, exquisite teaware, and across from her, a short-haired girl with dark blue hair, holding a teacup and smiling meaningfully.

The Witch's Tea Party.

The dream of the first trial has ended.

Ellef picked up her teacup, took a sip, and her gaze swept over the two of them before finally settling on Freya, secretly giving her a thumbs-up.

"Well done, you didn't disgrace us Fu people."

Freya: "???"

Freya: "Isn't your last name Ai?"

Ellef: "???"

"You're the one with the surname Ai!" Miss Witch gritted her teeth. "I'm talking about the short-haired loli second female lead stealing the base! Actually, I'm quite experienced in this area. Let's chat sometime..."

"You...you saw it all?"

Freya suddenly realized what she had done, and her face flushed red: "I... I just wanted to wake him up! I didn't mean anything by it!"

As she spoke, her small foot under the table kicked Cheng Cheng's shin angrily: "He just misunderstood and talked nonsense!"

"Freya, being arrogant is outdated."

Cheng Cheng grinned and tried to take Freya's hand. Freya shook her head, but couldn't shake him off, so she let him hold her hand. However, Cheng Cheng's hand was still restless, touching and kneading Freya's soft little hand, which made her so angry that she kicked him hard and glared at him with a red face.

"Cough cough..."

Elle picked up her teacup, hiding the smile on her lips: "Although I don't mind watching you two continue to stick together, time is limited, the second half of the trial is about to begin."

Freya was slightly taken aback.

The first half is about Cheng Cheng losing his memory and falling into a beautiful dream, and you having to wake him up. The second half is—

He was lost in a beautiful dream.

Like a sleeping princess, waiting for the prince to awaken her with a kiss.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously tightened her grip on Cheng Cheng's hand.

The thing she hates most is losing her memory—it is precisely in order to avoid losing it again and to never forget that she fled the palace to find a way to defeat the inverted demon and change the fate of the source matter devouring her personality.

But now, he has to willingly step into this quagmire called "forgetfulness".

Cheng Cheng sensed her nervousness, turned to look at her, and gripped her soft hand tightly: "Trust me."

"Yes." Freya nodded vigorously.

Cheng Cheng, on the other hand, was full of confidence in the second trial.

After all, Freya's regrets are obvious—her mother who lost her memory, and her father who disappeared while fighting demons.

So her dream must be a world where both parents are alive.

My identity in the dream is probably Freya's knight?

When the time comes, all you need to do is let Freya play the special CG that wasn't shown earlier, make her fall madly in love with you, and let love overpower family ties, and you'll have cleared the game!

After all, I'm a visual novel expert!

As they were thinking this, the teacups in front of them were refilled with tea, which floated to their lips.

Cheng Cheng and Freya exchanged a glance.

Then tilt your head back and drink it all in one gulp.

…………

The wind blew and blew, and Cheng Cheng opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a dark cave.

The cave ceiling was extremely high, hidden in darkness with no end in sight, with only a few rays of sunlight leaking down from the cracks at an unknown height.

Inside the cave, gold and silver treasures were piled up like mountains. Countless gold coins, silver ingots, gems, crowns, scepters, and exquisite utensils were haphazardly piled together. Outside the cave, the sound of wind could be faintly heard, whistling through the mountain stream like the panting of a giant beast.

Cheng Cheng was stunned.

Strange... Aren't I a knight? How come I'm in a cave?

He looked around.

There was nothing but gold and silver jewelry.

What about Freya?

He instinctively reached out to touch his head, then froze completely—

What came into view was a dragon claw covered in scales.

The claw was as thick as a cartwheel, covered in deep red scales, with sharp, knife-like edges. It hovered in mid-air, poised to pat someone's head.