Chapter 358: Nightmare’s Eighteen Sleep-Inducing Techniques (6)

Chapter 358: Nightmare's Eighteen Sleep-Inducing Techniques (6)

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, ignoring the warm breath brushed across his face, and asked with feigned innocence.

"What kind of punishment would that be?"

He was curious about what the punishment would be for a Nightmare.

Even if Jiang Zhuxiu pretended to be human perfectly, he would eventually slip up.

Like now, Jiang Zhuxiu, who was almost about to let the shadow wrap around him in front of everyone, wasn’t that a giveaway?

He let out a soft chuckle and grabbed the tie in front of Jiang Zhuxiu.

The black tie wrapped around his fair wrist, the black-and-white contrast was striking.

"Didn’t the minister think of me while sleeping yesterday?"

Jiang Zhuxiu bent down, his eyes lowered.

He hadn’t slept; instead, he was waiting for Song Chuyi to sleep.

So there was no such thing as thinking of him while sleeping.

So, Jiang Zhuxiu spoke very calmly, "No."

Song Chuyi suddenly let go of the hand, leaned back, escaping Jiang Zhuxiu’s encirclement.

Fortunately, his desk was large enough, otherwise, he would have backed into his colleague's side.

Once he moved aside, he rested his chin on one hand.

"If the minister didn’t think of me, then I didn’t think of him either."

"I admit I made it up, so does the minister plan to punish me?"

Jiang Zhuxiu slowly straightened his body, his gaze falling on Song Chuyi’s face.

He didn’t think of him, so I didn’t think of him?

Doesn’t that imply he thought of him last night?

Was it because he couldn’t sleep, thinking of him?

Jiang Zhuxiu’s brows slowly furrowed, even forgetting to address Song Chuyi’s last remark.

Song Chuyi waited patiently, ready to hear Jiang Zhuxiu’s punishment.

As he waited, he saw Jiang Zhuxiu turn and leave.

Song Chuyi: ???

That's it?

He suddenly felt inexplicably confused.

Wait, wouldn’t Jiang Zhuxiu go to the HR department to say he wants to fire him?

Humans would indeed do that!

Song Chuyi quickly got up and hurried to Jiang Zhuxiu's office door.

The door was slightly open, and from his angle, he could see Jiang Zhuxiu sitting at his desk, seemingly... lost in thought?

Song Chuyi hesitated, his hand hovering mid-knock.

He didn’t seem like he was about to fire Song Chuyi.

Maybe he should hold off for now.

Song Chuyi returned to his seat.

Shortly after, a colleague approached with some juicy gossip.

"I heard our minister was a big deal before he was brought in."

Song Chuyi tilted his head, curious. "How so?" he asked.

The colleague lowered his voice, speaking in a hushed, mysterious tone:

"You wouldn’t believe it, but I saw the chairman himself escort the minister downstairs."

"The chairman’s no spring chicken, yet he still personally walked the minister down."

"Tsk tsk, I bet the minister’s some rich family’s golden boy."

Song Chuyi was clueless about this, but the colleague’s gossip piqued his curiosity.

"So he’s loaded?"

"But he lives in a pretty modest place."

The colleague gave him a 'you just don’t get it' look.

"You know, like going undercover?"

"If you snag him as your boyfriend, your life’s gonna be set."

The colleague gave a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with pity.

"Only downside is, you might end up sleeping your life away."

"When people are happy, they slip into a safe mode, and that’s when dreams take over."

"And that’s when Nightmares strike."

Song Chuyi grinned. "Not necessarily. I might be too happy to sleep."

The colleague was taken aback, clearly not expecting that response.

His expression shifted from resentment to envy.

"If that’s how it is, then it’s downright enviable."

Song Chuyi burst out laughing.

He got up, headed to the coffee room, brewed two cups, handed one to the colleague, and carried the other to Jiang Zhuxiu’s door, knocking lightly.

"Minister, I brought you some coffee."

Jiang Zhuxiu's voice echoed from the office.

"Please, come in."

Song Chuyi pushed the door open and entered, holding the coffee steadily in his hand.

He set the coffee down in front of Jiang Zhuxiu and took a seat across from him, a smile playing on his lips as he spoke.

"Minister, I noticed my workload is lighter today. Are you going easy on me?"

Jiang Zhuxiu glanced at the steaming coffee and murmured a soft "Hmm."

He lifted it, the hot mist swirling and clouding his vision.

Through the mist, he glimpsed the young man across from him, his smile radiant, his features strikingly handsome.

It was a handsomeness that aligned perfectly with human ideals.

But to a Nightmare, all humans are indistinguishable.

The young man's appearance was no different from any other.

But that luminous soul seemed to momentarily blind him.

Jiang Zhuxiu sipped the coffee.

The bitterness lingered on his tongue.

He set it down and spoke with a detached tone.

"With less work pressure, you should get some good rest tonight."

Song Chuyi rested his chin on his hands, "Minister, you're so thoughtful."

"I'm so happy we're together."

Jiang Zhuxiu's hand hesitated, his eyes flicking up to meet Song Chuyi's before quickly looking away.

So fast it was nearly imperceptible.

"Hmm," he replied, "If you're tired, feel free to rest on the sofa."

Song Chuyi saw right through him.

He nodded, "Alright, I am a little tired."

"But I'd much rather rest in your arms, Minister."

This time, Jiang Zhuxiu couldn't help but look up at him.

He seemed stunned, as if he'd never met such a bold human before.

"Minister...?"

Song Chuyi called again, softly.

This time, Jiang Zhuxiu responded swiftly, "Come here."

Song Chuyi flashed a triumphant smile, stood up, and quickly made his way to Jiang Zhuxiu.

He sat down onto Jiang Zhuxiu's lap.

Jiang Zhuxiu slid one arm around his waist while the other hand rested on the keyboard.

His slender fingers tapped lightly on the keys, creating a crisp, rhythmic sound.

He lowered his head, his warm breath brushed gently against Song Chuyi's ear, his voice dropped to a faint whisper.

"Is this okay?"

His usually cool voice, now lowered, was laced with desire, like listening to something forbidden under the covers.

Song Chuyi's ears turned slightly red, and his long lashes fluttered gently.

"It's okay."

His voice was equally soft, but unlike Jiang Zhuxiu's desire, his voice was tender, like a feather softly caressing the heart.

The office suddenly became strangely quiet.

The chatter of colleagues outside faded away, and even the sound of the air conditioner beside them disappeared.

All he could hear was Jiang Zhuxiu's shallow breathing, steady and soft, with a slight pant.

"If you're sleepy, just sleep."

The soft whisper, laced with sensuality, was enough to lower his guard, and even the body involuntarily relaxed.

As if sensing Song Chuyi's relaxation, Jiang Zhuxiu gave a soft chuckle.

"Baby."

Song Chuyi was startled!