Chapter 4
Noticing how my gaze kept drifting to his forehead,
accompanied by sighs, William sensed something was off. He asked me, “Kayla, why do you keep staring at my forehead? Is there something there?”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Then why are you sighing and acting all sneaky?”
“I… I just think it’s such a shame. Why did you have to cut your hair? You went from being a heartthrob to looking like an ordinary guy.”
I rambled on with my made–up excuse.
Actually, he didn’t look bad at all.
With his natural features, he’d be devastatingly handsome even
with a buzz cut.
But after what I said, William looked somewhat uncomfortable.
He turned around and said, “Wait for me. I’m going back to grab a hat.”
Then he ran back to the men’s dorm.
I wanted to stop him but couldn’t.
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When he came back downstairs, he was wearing a baseball cap with my name still prominently embroidered on it.
“Does this look better now?” William asked me.
I nodded helplessly, somewhat speechless. “I guess that works.”
During dinner, I tentatively asked William about his thoughts on wet dreams, hoping to gauge what he really thought about me.
“Wet dreams? What do you mean?”
William took a sip of water and looked up at me.
I made something up: “Well, I had a wet dream last night after watching that video. It was about a male classmate of mine.”
“Who from your major?”
William’s expression darkened slightly.
I answered vaguely, “Nobody you know. I just wanted to ask you does having a wet dream about someone mean I like them?”
After asking this question, my palm holding the fork was getting sweaty, terrified of hearing William give me an answer that would make me blush furiously.
I heard William respond through what seemed like gritted teeth:
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“No. Wet dreams don’t work that way. It’s probably just because you talked to this person before bed, or their face randomly flashed through your mind, or you saw their photo. Then when you sleep and dream at night, you uncontrollably dream about them. It’s completely normal. So no, you don’t like him. Got it?”
He made his verdict with a somewhat harsh tone.
“Really?!”
I suddenly lit up with joy, eyes wide open.
So William must be the same way, right?
Since I’m always gaming, chatting, and video calling with him before bed–talking about everything–he unconsciously thinks of me when he dreams.
Exactly!
That’s it!
This was all just an accident,
I suddenly felt enlightened and was in the mood to tease William.
“William, so when you have wet dreams, is it also because of this kind of unconscious stimulation?”
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“No.”
William still seemed to be in a bad mood and let out a cold laugh.
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I heard him stare at me coldly and say, “There’s only one reason I’d have a wet dream.”
“What reason?”
“Because I like her. Only because I like her would I have wet dreams, and only about her.”
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At that moment, the customers at the table behind us were chatting about something exciting, with one of the girls screaming like a boiling kettle.
And I really wanted to rush over and scream with her.
I thought to myself: “William! What the hell? He actually likes me?”
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