It's Sunday night, a week ago today, and both Jenkins and Hathaway went through something that made both of them blush.
After that, Hathaway never saw Jenkins again, and didn't know he was on a business trip until she received a letter from Mr. Writer early Thursday morning.
Although Jenkins' original intention of going to Shire was to find out the remains of the saint, in Hathaway's opinion, he was just escaping.
At night, the young girl sits in front of the window of her bedroom depressed, looking at the moon sky in the winter night. She stayed at home tonight, had nothing to do after dinner, and thought of the man with the cat again.
I wondered what he was doing now, and thought that Britney had probably fallen asleep now.
"I'm also a very caring person."
She told herself softly, but only the thick fog outside the window and the two full moons could hear this sentence.
After reading the book for a while, I fell asleep. Thinking of getting up tomorrow morning to write a letter to Jenkins in the distance, but I don't know what to say in the letter.
In this way, she gradually fell asleep amidst entanglement and distress, probably because she was still thinking about Jenkins before going to bed, and after falling asleep, she unexpectedly saw the young man's face again.
It was the same bedroom as last week, only this time there was no blond girl next door. Hathaway was wearing her own nightdress, while Jenkins was dressed a little differently than last week, but in the same familiar corny style.
Hathaway faintly realized that she was dreaming, but she didn't resist the dream. She reached out and wanted to wrap her arms around Jenkins' neck, but he refused.
"Hathaway! Hathaway! Wake up! I'm Jenkins!"
said the man in the dream.
"I know you're Jenkins."
As she said that, she wanted to send a passionate kiss again, but Jenkins still refused.
"I mean, although this is a dream, I am real! Remember, I should be in Shire City now, and I am entrusting you with a dream!"
"Dream?"
The red-haired girl who still didn't fully understand murmured, tears flowed out for some reason:
"Are you dreaming of me again? Oh, Jenkins, you're dead..."
"No no no!"
Jenkins waved his hand immediately, startled by Hathaway's conjecture.
"I'm not dead, this is my ability. I'm using my ability to communicate with you through dreams. Do you still remember when I went to catch the dream monster during the winter trip? My body is now lying in Shire City. **, there are chocolates next to the pillow!"
Somehow, when it came to this, Jenkins actually heard the cat meowing in his ears, and from the sound line, it was the familiar cat meowing of Chocolate. He immediately searched this simple dream with his consciousness, but found no cat.
"Hearing hallucinations?"
He doesn't understand.
In fact, Jenkins' body is now in the alley next to Earl Hesha's mansion, and his [Dream Soul Leaving Body] can only be used at close range. But in order not to cause misunderstanding, he lied that he was still in Shire.
"Are you dreaming?"
Hathaway finally understood the current situation, and completely woke up from the confusion of the dream. Seeing the surrounding environment and the clothes on his body, his cheeks turned red, but he still suppressed his shyness and continued to talk.
"What can I do for you? Are you in trouble?"
"A little trouble."
Jenkins nodded, but he didn't intend to tell about his attempt to excavate the remains of the saint in [Wonderful Movement], which would lead to serious consequences.
On the way here, he made up a very clever little story. In the story, a young apprentice in an antique shop who was on a business trip in Shire accidentally stumbled into a strange place.
While escaping by wit and force, lucky Jenkins discovers a gift, and that gift points directly at the great [God of Music].
The mortal Jenkins did not dare to neglect, so he wanted to return this [Gift] to the believer of that god.
"This is it!"
With that said, Jenkins opened his palm and directly called out the music box in the dream. The contact in the dream depends on the soul, and the C-class [Gift] is directly stored in the soul, so it can be taken out so easily.
"It recognized you?"
Hathaway asked in a low voice, she doesn't care about any [gift] now, even if it is indeed very precious. The scenes and characters in front of her reminded her of the night a week ago...
"No, I'm not the owner of the gift, I'm just a porter of the gift."
As he spoke, he held the music box and handed it to Hathaway. The girl sensed it for a while, and successfully took it into her spirit.
"very good."
Jenkins is very satisfied with the result. Since the God of Music only asks for the music box to be given to his believers, it is the same for anyone. Now that he has fulfilled this requirement perfectly, as long as he saves the world again, he will be able to fully understand that drop of divinity.
"Well, save the world? What is he referring to? Skull sword?"
Lost in deep thought, Jenkins turned to leave, but Hathaway grabbed his arm.
"Are you leaving?"
The girl looked into his eyes like she was looking at a fool.
"Yes, I've finished my work... Oh, you must be more careful in Nolan recently, have you heard about A-12-1-0044 [Skull Sword of the Revenant]?"
Mr. Writer is still dull.
"heard."
"Recently stay away from the cemetery, and don't forget to remind Britney to be careful of the plague... Although I can treat the plague, we don't want to show our strength in front of Britney."
He took the trouble to remind him about the skull sword, and even suggested that the two girls stay away from Nolan in the near future and come back after the matter is over.
While Jenkins was speaking, Hathaway had been listening silently. When the man finished speaking and wanted to leave, he suddenly found that the dream was blocked by the dream owner. Although it is possible to leave by brute force, this will hurt the real owner of the dream.
This kind of blockade was so ingenious that Jenkins couldn't find a way to leave easily for a while.
"Remember the Dream Demon we captured, Jenkins? I learned a lot from it, are you surprised?"
Hathaway raised her right hand and gently stroked her cheek. The moonlight outside the window is now showing a brightness that cannot exist in the real world. The dark bedroom is gradually changing, and the big bed on the side of the room moves to the two of them in an instant.
She didn't speak, but the clothes on her body had already turned into shining spots of light, flying into the air. These light spots are gradually and evenly distributed to all corners of the room, adding a little romantic atmosphere to the bedroom.
Facing the tempting moonlight is something even more tempting.
"Although none of you are willing to tell me what happened on the last night on the train, I can guess."
She//////// looked at Jenkins with naked body, Jenkins swallowed and took a step back subconsciously.
"Even in a dream, don't you have the guts?"
The woman tilted her head and said.
"No, I can not… "
Jenkins is not a saint, and it is impossible for him to always refuse the **** of those bad women.
"But, this is just a dream~"
The woman stepped forward and hugged Jenkins. Jenkins shook as if he was sick, but did not resist.
The moonlight in the dream is still so beautiful, quietly reflecting this more beautiful night and those beautiful people.
PS: Now here comes the question, does Jenkins step on the adult ladder through soul stimulation in the dream