Chapter 368: Nightmare’s 18 Techniques for Lulling You to Sleep (16)

Chapter 368: Nightmare's 18 Techniques for Lulling You to Sleep (16)

The colleague slipped away quietly, leaving Song Chuyi gazing unabashedly at Jiang Zhuxiu.

He showed no fear or guilt.

After locking eyes with Jiang Zhuxiu, he walked over with long strides, reached out, and gently tousled his hair.

"Let's head to my office."

Song Chuyi smiled and replied, "Absolutely."

He grasped Jiang Zhuxiu's wrist, his fingertips dancing lightly.

"Minister, a colleague mentioned he had a delightful dream."

His face moved closer, nuzzling into his palm.

"Do I get to have a wonderful dream today as well?"

Jiang Zhuxiu's eyes darkened.

"A'Chu is hoping for a wonderful dream?"

"Of course," Song Chuyi smiled. "Who wouldn't want a wonderful dream?"

Jiang Zhuxiu's throat moved slightly. "If you're feeling sleepy, why not rest in my office?"

"Alright," Song Chuyi stood up, stretching. "Then I'll take you up on that offer."

He took the initiative to grab Jiang Zhuxiu's hand and led him towards his office.

Once inside, he walked over to the sofa and settled down comfortably.

He placed his hands on the back of the sofa and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Minister, do you ever experience wonderful dreams?"

Jiang Zhuxiu halted in his tracks as he headed towards his desk.

He turned his head slightly to meet his gaze.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just out of curiosity," Song Chuyi smiled at him. "The minister appears so serene in his sleep, not as if he's plagued by nightmares."

"So I wanted to ask if the minister had any wonderful dreams?"

Jiang Zhuxiu continued walking, sitting down on his office chair.

"No."

He flipped open a file and grabbed a black pen.

"I never dream."

Song Chuyi looked directly at him. "The minister never dreams?"

"Does the minister possess a technique to fend off Nightmare?"

This was the first time Song Chuyi brought up the term "Nightmare" in front of Jiang Zhuxiu.

Jiang Zhuxiu's eyes darkened slightly as he stared straight at him, the black pen in his hand frozen for a long time.

"Do you despise Nightmares?"

Song Chuyi shook his head gently, "Not really."

"Every species has the instinct to survive."

"It's their survival instinct that drove them to choose this path."

He shifted his position, half-kneeling on the sofa, his hands draped over the back, his arms swaying lazily.

"I heard that Nightmares thrive on the negative emotions of humans in their dreams."

"To survive, they must feed on negative emotions."

Jiang Zhuxiu murmured a low "Hmm."

At this moment, Song Chuyi spoke again.

"Do you think there might be mutated Nightmares among all these Nightmares?"

"Just like among humans, a prodigy is born every few years."

"The Nightmare Clan has been around for centuries; could there be mutated Nightmares?"

"The kind that feeds on human positive emotions instead of negative ones?"

Jiang Zhuxiu's heart skipped a beat.

He remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi appeared to be deep in thought, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"So, if such a mutated Nightmare exists, could he be the savior?"

"Humans adore having sweet dreams."

Song Chuyi glanced at Jiang Zhuxiu, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Minister, do you believe such a Nightmare could exist?"

Jiang Zhuxiu's lips pressed into a thin line. If he weren't certain that Song Chuyi was unaware of his Nightmare identity.

He might have thought Song Chuyi knew he was that "mutated Nightmare."

The Nightmare Clan has existed for centuries, but in all that time, he is the only one who can feed on human positive emotions.

He can convert the positive emotions of humans in dreams into energy, sustaining his ability to create dreams and his own growth.

But he seldom feeds on human positive emotions.

Because for Nightmares, it's too bitter.

He prefers sweetness over bitterness, which is why he avoids creating sweet dreams.

He doesn't care much for humans, but Song Chuyi's words still made his heart skip a beat.

After a long pause, he spoke slowly.

"Maybe that Nightmare doesn’t want to be a savior."

Song Chuyi nodded in agreement, "Yeah, being a savior is really exhausting."

"Such a big title weighs you down so much you can’t even lower your head."

"If you lower your head, you’d be exhausted to death."

Jiang Zhuxiu looked calmly at Song Chuyi.

"I thought you’d argue with me."

"Huh?" Song Chuyi asked, confused. "Why’d you think that?"

"A savior can save the world," Jiang Zhuxiu said slowly. "The world can only last forever if it’s peaceful and happy."

Jiang Zhuxiu knew that if left alone, humanity would eventually go extinct.

And once humanity dies out, the Nightmare Clan would too.

Nightmares rely on humans to survive and can never let go of them.

Of course he knew.

He just didn’t care.

He didn’t care about humanity’s extinction or his own kind’s.

He didn’t even care if he died.

He only cared about the here and now, the sweetness in his mouth, the sweetness of this moment.

He lived for the moment.

Song Chuyi chuckled softly at this.

"That’s the world’s happiness."

"But if the Minister was that mutated Nightmare, I’d still want him to be happy."

"The Minister just needs to follow his heart, no need to be a savior."

Jiang Zhuxiu looked at him quietly, like he was trying to read his face.

But his face was sincere, his stunning eyes sparkling like stars, not a trace of deceit.

Jiang Zhuxiu realized A'Chu was telling the truth.

If that mutated Nightmare was him, he only wanted to be happy.

And the truth was, he was that Nightmare.

He really was that mutated Nightmare.

Jiang Zhuxiu smiled slowly, "A'Chu, come here."

Song Chuyi walked over to him and let out a soft hum.

"What’s the matter?"

Jiang Zhuxiu picked him up and set him on the desk.

The cold desk sent a slight shiver through him, and Jiang Zhuxiu pulled him close in his arms, kissing him.

"A'Chu, everything’s fine today."

"Want me to help you fall asleep?"

He kissed his earlobe, slowly moving downward, leaving small red marks.

He already knew how to make him fall asleep.

Tiring him out was the best way to get him to sleep.

As waves of pleasure surged, Song Chuyi’s body rocked, his mind slowly drifting away.

As his consciousness plunged into darkness, Jiang Zhuxiu’s calm, alluring voice whispered in his ear.

"A'Chu, have a good dream."

Song Chuyi’s lips curled slightly, letting the darkness swallow him whole.