chapter one
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A new director arrived at the company a few months ago - my college crush, my dream guy.
He was surrounded by admirers, revered by all, radiant and accomplished, a young man of great promise.
It seemed all the best adjectives in the world applied to him.
From the moment he stepped into the company, I decided I had to make him fall for me.
Of course, this only happened in my dreams.
After all, I'm just a rookie, and I barely even cross paths with him during the day.
In my dreams, we share the same bed, lost in passionate embrace.
Every night, he would tell me bedtime stories and hold me tight, whispering "Goodnight, my love."
Time slipped by peacefully.
However, things changed after he joined the company.
He no longer liked to hold me, no longer called me "my love."
He even shied away when I tried to kiss him, fearing my touch.
These days, even dreams can't fulfill my wishes, and it truly breaks my heart.
I suspect he's fallen out of love with me in my dreams. The moment I step into my dreams, before he can even react, I gather my courage and, in a single motion, cup his face and kiss him.
Looking at him, so helpless and vulnerable, I feel like a criminal, but also a bit remorseful.
"The next morning, I looked in the mirror and found that the pimple I had yesterday was magically gone! It even skipped the stage of drying out and forming a scab.
Wow! This was a total lifesaver for someone who constantly breaks out from staying up late.
That night, I couldn't resist kissing Song again in my dream.
Even though he wasn't very keen on it, it was my dream, after all. He couldn't do anything except let me kiss him.
I went on to demand several kisses.
Song looked completely bewildered, his brow furrowed, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Oh my god, did I scare him silly?
I'm such a sinner!
So I quickly grabbed his hand and swore, "I promise I'll be more restrained, okay?"
He twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled his hand away, and gritted his teeth, "You better."
That's not going to happen.
It was just a casual promise, meant to ease my conscience. I can't stop myself anytime soon."
Song was just too tempting.
But to keep him on my side, I nodded vigorously at him like a little chick pecking at rice.
When I woke up, my hair was thicker and my skin was even better!
This was way more magical than any skincare product.
At this rate, I might not even need skincare anymore and my complexion would be on par with top actresses.
No more beauty anxiety just from watching too many videos of pretty women.
On the third day, I pressed on, completely ignoring Song's astonished look, and kissed him a hundred times.
At first, he resisted, but eventually, he gave up struggling, realizing it was pointless.
I felt even more comfortable kissing him.
Back at work, I felt like I was walking on a cloud, radiant and refreshed.
I lightly swept my hair back, and my colleagues couldn't help but compliment me on how beautiful I looked.
My heart was full of joy, and I happily accepted their compliments.
My mood was so good, even my coworker couldn't help but ask me if I'd won a million dollars.
I smiled and said, "This is even better than winning the lottery!"
As I was talking, Song walked into the company. He glanced at me casually as he passed by.
I smiled, showing all eight of my teeth.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, his face looking rather grim, and stepped into the elevator on the 28th floor.
Of course, I wasn't going to get flustered and think he knew about my nightly fantasies.
Maybe he didn't even know my name yet.
After all, he'd called me "Little Li" yesterday.
Just as I was about to end the day on a good note, our team leader announced that we had to work overtime tonight.
Everyone complained, but then we all diligently got back to work.
This project was crucial for us to land.
Sigh, it seems tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.
I'd been working overtime for several days straight, and I hadn't had a chance to dream about Song.
My dark circles were starting to rival a panda's, my complexion was sallow, my complexion was bad, and my looks had definitely dropped a few degrees.
But thankfully, the project was finished, and I could finally get a good night's sleep.
I was going to give Song a lot of kisses.
I dreamed of Song again. Maybe there was a bug in my dream, because this time he absolutely refused to let me kiss him.
We battled for three hundred rounds, and finally, I pulled his hair, tied him to the bed, and kissed him again and again.
I meant to restrain myself, but he made us work overtime for so many days, so let him suffer a little!
In the end, I patted his head.
"There, there, that's how you make up for all my hard work and long hours!"
"Don't make us work overtime too much in the future, or you'll just have to let me kiss you."
His fluffy hair felt so good.
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