usatvline Chapter 136 Nightmare and Real Touch
Chapter 136 Nightmare and Real Touch
Leng Xuan's prediction turned out to be very accurate. It was not until midnight that night that she gradually fell asleep to the gentle singing of Shen Yu.
But after falling asleep, following Shen Yu's singing, she felt as if she had sunk into a deep dream from which she could not wake up.
In the dream, there was an endless, cold, dark blue sea. There seemed to be countless evil fogs rampant on the sea. Between the rolling waves, I could faintly hear shrill howls. Looking more closely, I found that what were rolling in the sea were actually floating corpses.
The feeling of panic extended directly from the dream to the real body. Shen Yu, who was carefully adjusting the volume of the music, saw a thin layer of sweat visibly appearing on the forehead of the person who had been coaxed to sleep with great difficulty on the other side of the camera.
It's still a nightmare.
The screen flickered, and a silver-white figure condensed into shape and landed gently beside the bed. He slowly squatted down and called out, "Leng Leng...Leng Leng, wake up."
But how can it be easy for someone trapped in a nightmare to wake up?
When he found himself in a sea of corpses and there seemed to be a strange fog, the girl in red holding an umbrella whom he had seen during the day subconsciously entered his dream.
She, who was like a demonic mist, turned into a girl in red holding an umbrella, floating above the dark blue sea of corpses and flying uncontrollably in one direction.
boom!
Suddenly, a red blood lightning fell from the sky and hit her right on the body. Her long blood-red hair fluttered all over the sky, and familiar eyebrows and eyes appeared in front of her.
She looked at him in disbelief: "...Didn't you say you would always protect me?"
But why, why did he want to kill her when he saw her again?
"Leng Leng, Leng Leng, wake up, Leng Leng...baby...Qi Qi, go send a message to inform the housekeeper, Leng Leng seems to have a fever."
Yes, even without the touch, but seeing Leng Xuan's face gradually turning red, Shen Yu immediately realized that she had a high fever, and quickly asked the elf to send a message to the housekeeper.
After receiving the message, the housekeeper came quickly and called the family doctor. Shen Yu turned off the projection and stared at the other end of the video. It was not until he was sure that Leng Xuan's fever had begun to subside that his burning emotions were barely calmed down.
"How's the situation?" He asked his family doctor directly through the video.
"I was a little overtired and frightened, so I suddenly felt unwell and had a fever. After the fever subsides, take medicine properly and rest for a few days and you will be fine."
The family doctor who was urgently called in by a phone call in the middle of the night instinctively felt a sense of obedience towards the frowning man on the other end of the video.
He was actually not unfamiliar with this feeling, it was the kind of oppressive feeling that only those in a superior position had.
But who is this man?
Although it was his first time to visit this place, which was said to be the home of Mr. Leng, a new rich man in Shanghai, he was a temporary family doctor specially contacted by the property management office and had a certain understanding of the people living in the luxury houses in Tang Palace.
As far as he knew, Mr. Leng seemed to be an orphan. If he was a friend, he could still video chat in the middle of the night...
Butler Liu, who had received the message and saw that Leng Xuan had urgently called the doctor, had some guesses in her mind, because Leng Xuan had not avoided her during dinner and video calls with Shen Yu recently, and there was often airlifted food delivered to her early every morning.
So she had known about Shen Yu's existence for a long time, but as a professional housekeeper, she knew what should be kept secret and what should not be seen.
But in this situation, she can no longer pretend not to know.
After sending the doctor away, Butler Liu felt that he had to stay up all night to take care of Leng Xuan. He just looked at the man on the other end of the video and said respectfully, "Sir, I will take good care of our President Leng tonight. You don't have to worry too much. When President Leng wakes up tomorrow..."
"Don't turn off the video. I want to keep watching her. You just stay outside in the living room. I'll call you if anything happens. I'm her friend, my last name is Shen."
"...Okay, Mr. Shen." Butler Liu was a little hesitant, but there was a small living room in the master bedroom suite. If the door was not closed, she could hear what was happening on Mr. Leng's side at any time, so she nodded and left temporarily.
Almost immediately after she left, Shen Yu could not wait to turn on the projection mode again. His blurred hand gently brushed across her gradually calming face, but an endless amount of hostility arose in his heart.
Even when she was sick, he could only stay by her bedside and could do nothing. This feeling was so terrible that it gave him an idea.
They absolutely cannot continue to be so passive. He must find a way to capture that super-rich system...
"When the virtual identity recognition rate reaches 8%, the tool person will receive a real reward of , unlocking the real touch."
As if sensing an inexplicable sense of danger, the system's prompt sound rang in Shen Yu's ears at an appropriate time.
It just so happened that the recognition of his identity from his family doctor and Butler Liu allowed him to convert his two real recognitions into virtual recognitions.
The next moment, Shen Yu, holding Leng Xuan's hand, clearly felt a slight hot flash.
Shen Yu was a little bit unbelievable, and his other hand couldn't help but gently touch Leng Xuan's still slightly red face. A faint feeling of heat swept over him, and he seemed to understand something.
Yes, the first generation of sensing devices actually did have a little bit of tactile imitation, but maybe he had no sense of touch in this world before, so he always thought that because the world is different and the materials are different, the one he made would not have that little bit of tactile imitation function.
And now, it seemed as if he could touch her.
***
When Leng Xuan woke up the next day, she felt extremely tired and sore all over, as well as weak and a little dizzy.
What's wrong with her?
Leng Xuan's memory of last night probably only remained that vague and terrifying nightmare scene.
She sat up somewhat weakly, and turned around to see a man in black sitting beside the bed.
"Shen Yu, you..." Why did this guy sneak over here so early in the morning?
No, it should be midnight there now, right? Doesn't he sleep?
"Baby, you had a fever last night, and I was worried so I came to check on you."
Shen Yu was also a little tired at this time, because Leng Xuan had a low fever again in the second half of last night. He was very worried and projected every half an hour to check on her condition.
Such frequent use of sensory devices, especially the first generation, naturally had a great impact on his own spirit.
He reached out and touched Leng Xuan's forehead to make sure that her body temperature had fully recovered before he felt relieved.
"I had a fever last night?" Leng Xuan was still a little confused. She turned her eyes and saw the antipyretic drugs and fever patches on the bedside table before she was sure.
No wonder she felt so low in spirits this early in the morning.
"Well, baby, you had a nightmare and a fever and I couldn't wake you up, so I had to let Qiqi use your phone to send a message to the housekeeper to call a doctor. Sorry."
"What are you sorry for? It was an emergency. Thanks to you for calling the housekeeper, otherwise I think the situation would be even worse in the morning. As for you, you didn't stay like this all night, did you? I'm awake now, please terminate the projection and go back to have a good rest. It's already late at night over there..."
At this time, Leng Xuan had not yet realized what happened last night. She was just very worried about Shen Yu who had used the projection for her all night, so she hurriedly urged him to go to rest despite her own weakness.
Shen Yu didn't say anything, because his mental strength had indeed reached its limit. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, and his figure turned into light particles and dissipated the next second.