Chapter 364: Nightmare’s 18 Techniques to Lull to Sleep (12)

Chapter 364: Nightmare's 18 Techniques to Lull to Sleep (12)

Jiang Zhuxiu woke from his dream.

A faint woody scent lingered in his nostrils, accompanied by the soft sound of breathing.

He opened his eyes and saw the young man he held in his arms.

The young man had a slender figure, with a waist so delicate it seemed it could snap with a touch.

But Jiang Zhuxiu knew that this waist was soft and not easily broken.

The young man was even more remarkable than he had imagined.

"You're awake?"

Song Chuyi's voice sounded in his ear.

Jiang Zhuxiu responded with a low "Hmm," his large hand tightening around the young man's waist.

"How long did I sleep?"

Song Chuyi extended his index finger and wiggled it.

"A day and a night," he said with a smile.

"Minister, are you certain you don't want to visit a traditional Chinese medicine clinic?"

"You seem quite physically frail."

Jiang Zhuxiu was silent for a moment.

"No need," he said calmly. "I'm in good health."

After a pause, he added, "And my spirit is also in good shape."

His active spirit had finally been drained in the dreams created by the other Nightmares.

Altering the dreams created by other Nightmares was indeed a method to consume active spirit.

He just couldn't figure out why his spirit had been so active.

There had been no such situation before.

Could the negative emotions in A'Chu's dreams be a great supplement for him?

Such a thought briefly crossed Jiang Zhuxiu's mind.

He looked at the smiling Song Chuyi and held him even tighter.

He had already discovered a way to make him sleep; whether it was a great supplement or not, he would find out in time.

He had plenty of time to experiment.

Song Chuyi had no clue what Jiang Zhuxiu was planning, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

It was just sleep, and he would be more than happy to get some.

Their weekend flew by, and when Monday rolled around and it was time to head to work, Song Chuyi had just settled into his desk when his colleague bustled over excitedly and asked:

"How have you been sleeping these past few days?"

Song Chuyi thought it was a bit odd, but he nodded and said, "I've been sleeping pretty well."

The colleague gave Song Chuyi a hearty slap on the shoulder.

"No way! I've been sleeping well too!"

Song Chuyi quietly shifted his shoulder away, "Weren't you sleeping well just a few days ago?"

"That's different," the colleague waved his hand, "This time, I crashed at my parents' place."

"I thought I was sleeping fine near the office, but this weekend I went back to my parents' house, right?"

"Guess what? I slept even better!"

The colleague was over the moon.

"Do you think the Nightmares are gone for good?"

Song Chuyi thought for two seconds and said, "Why not check with the others?"

"Right, you're right!" The colleague quickly stood up, "I'll go ask."

The colleague dashed off to spread the word, while Song Chuyi glanced toward Jiang Zhuxiu's office.

Jiang Zhuxiu wasn't in the office.

He'd headed upstairs to the CEO's office to report on his work as soon as he arrived at the company in the morning.

Jiang Zhuxiu was pretty dedicated to playing the human role, reporting on his work more eagerly than he did.

Song Chuyi thought for a while and then ducked his head to focus on his own tasks.

His work was a breeze to finish.

Jiang Zhuxiu must've cut him some slack.

Not long after, the colleague came back, beaming.

"I checked with everyone."

"Everyone slept exceptionally well this weekend!"

"Quick, check out the trending topic!"

Song Chuyi grabbed his phone and saw #sleeping# topping the trending list.

Below were excited discussions from netizens.

"Today I don't eat fish: This weekend I actually slept for ten hours! And I didn't have any nightmares! Oh my, it's just too blissful."

"Apple doesn't spit the core: I also slept for a really long time, but I had a nightmare, but! But! The nightmare wasn't that scary, and in the end, I even got a commendation flag in my dream."

"Nine-tailed fox: Everyone slept so well? If I had known, I wouldn't have drunk so much coffee."

"Cloud peace: I’ve got some insider info—apparently, the higher-ups are already investigating this whole good sleep thing."

"Azure Sky: Did the Nightmare suddenly change its ways?"

"Ignorant of Shortcomings: I wish I could sleep seven or eight hours every day, but nightmares are just too scary, sigh."

"Director of the Psychiatric Hospital: I still believe there’s hope!"

…………

Song Chuyi quickly skimmed the comments, his expression thoughtful.

Something felt off.

He understood his colleagues not having nightmares, but these netizens from everywhere actually slept well this weekend.

Even their nightmares weren’t too scary.

This was clearly beyond Jiang Zhuxiu’s influence.

Jiang Zhuxiu slept for a full day and night—what exactly did he do during that time?

Right then, Jiang Zhuxiu returned from his work report.

Song Chuyi exchanged a few words with his colleague before heading to the director’s office.

He knocked, and Jiang Zhuxiu’s voice came from inside.

"Come in."

Song Chuyi pushed the door open. Jiang Zhuxiu, without looking up, said, "Come here," as if he’d known it was him.

Song Chuyi walked over, poked his shoulder, and was pulled gently by the wrist into Jiang Zhuxiu’s arms.

"Tired?"

Song Chuyi looked up at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Whether I sleep or not is entirely up to the director, isn’t it?"

Jiang Zhuxiu’s large hand rested on Song Chuyi’s slender waist, his finger tapping idly.

"I’ve got important work today—I can’t put you to sleep."

He leaned down and brushed a light kiss on the corner of Song Chuyi’s lips.

"I’ll put you to sleep when we get home tonight."

Song Chuyi hummed softly, "Then work hard. Can I stay here with you?"

"Mm," Jiang Zhuxiu replied, turning on his computer and getting to work.

Song Chuyi glanced over and saw Jiang Zhuxiu working diligently.

He couldn’t help but think, this Nightmare is really committed to playing human.

Luckily, Jiang Zhuxiu hadn’t had coffee, or he couldn’t imagine how hyper he’d be.

Song Chuyi’s mind wandered, and the day flew by.

When night fell, Jiang Zhuxiu actually pinned him down and put him to sleep.

Song Chuyi saw Jiang Zhuxiu leaning in for a kiss, so he placed his hands on Jiang's chest and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Helping you sleep," Jiang Zhuxiu replied calmly. "I saw you’ve been glued to the trending topics all day."

"People online have been saying they’re sleeping well lately."

"Don’t you want to try it, A'Chu?"

His hand brushed Song Chuyi’s earlobe, tickling him.

"I do, but…"

Song Chuyi glanced at him and tentatively asked, "An hour?"

An hour’s enough, right?

Jiang Zhuxiu checked the time. "It’s just eight o’clock."

Song Chuyi: "And?"

"Sleeping from midnight to seven is best," Jiang Zhuxiu said, leaning down to kiss the corner of his lips. "That’s the perfect time to rest."

Song Chuyi: "So… four hours?"

A small smile played on Jiang Zhuxiu’s lips. "A'Chu’s a math whiz, huh?"

Song Chuyi: ...