Chapter Six: My Little Luoluo Is So Adorable

Eerie, cold, dark, and deadly.

A multitude of emotions swept over Chen Xi’s heart, spreading like a thick ink dropped into clear water, the darkness rapidly expanding.

Under the moonlight, the girl before her was bizarre, twisted, and unspeakably terrifying. Chen Xi’s inner fear was magnified beyond measure in an instant.

Facing this little girl, terror seemed to well up uncontrollably.

Chen Xi’s legs trembled uncontrollably, shaking as if stricken with fever.

So it was true after all…

Everything Du Fang had said was real!

He truly did have a daughter!

It was not delusion.

It was not madness.

Suddenly, Chen Xi understood why Lin Liuli had warned her not to pry too deeply into Du Fang’s affairs.

Lin Liuli had known all along!

She was a psychiatrist.

She must have tried to probe as well!

Chen Xi collapsed to the ground. She wanted to move, wanted to turn away and flee, to let her spirit dash back into her body.

But… she couldn’t!

Her legs were saturated with fear, paralyzed, unable to take even a single step!

In the moonlight, the little girl with the pink pig plush tucked under her arm grinned wider and wider, her mouth full of razor-sharp fangs, sharper than the keenest dagger in the world!

It was only then that Chen Xi noticed the girl held a chicken wing in her hand.

It was the cola chicken wing Du Fang had made for his daughter!

“Auntie, you’re here again.”

“But you’re interrupting me while I’m sneaking a bite of cola chicken wings!”

Luoluo’s words grew petulant, her anger rising.

She took a step forward, and Chen Xi felt the air around her compress under the weight of dream energy, like invisible walls closing in to crush her into a meat patty!

The suffocating sensation pushed Chen Xi further into terror and despair.

The density of this dream energy…

A lower-tier Dream Traverser… no, middle-tier?

No, upper-tier?!

This was the very limit of Dream Traverser ranks as she understood them!

But even that seemed insufficient!

This was not a dream!

She hadn’t even begun to peer into Du Fang’s dream; her spirit hadn’t come within a meter of him—this meant she was still in reality!

Du Fang’s imaginary daughter… did she exist in reality as well?

Was she simply invisible to the naked eye?

Chen Xi found it harder and harder to breathe, though her rational mind told her that a spiritual form did not need air.

Yet she felt death drawing ever closer.

If the little girl willed it, that monstrous tongue could pierce her to death in an instant!

Perhaps…

She was going to die.

A series of strange giggles echoed.

“I just wanted to quietly enjoy the cola chicken wings Daddy made. Why do you have to disturb me, Auntie?”

Luoluo stuffed the chicken wing into her mouth, her fangs biting down.

Crunch.

The crack of splintering bone was followed by a horrifying, hair-raising sound of chewing.

Chen Xi’s whole body shuddered. She stared up in despair as the demon-child advanced on her in her little black shoes, step by step, her pupils contracting to pinpricks.

It felt as though she had been cast into an ice cellar.

“Don’t… don’t kill me…”

Tears streamed down Chen Xi’s cheeks.

Was this the price she paid for betraying her own principles?

The cost was too great.

She had only just become a Dream Traverser…

Her wonderful life had only just begun.

Luoluo merely smiled.

She opened her mouth—filled with those dreadful fangs—wider and wider, until, at last,

She swallowed Chen Xi’s entire head in one bite.

…

…

Snap!

The living room lights flicked on, banishing the moonlight and illuminating the darkness.

Du Fang, rubbing sleep from his eyes and dressed in pajamas, emerged from his room.

“Luoluo, what are you doing?” Du Fang asked in confusion.

He looked at Luoluo, standing at the doorway in her pleated skirt, the pink pig plush tucked under her arm.

Luoluo stood by the entrance, giggling to herself.

Hearing Du Fang’s voice, she turned, her face cherubic and plump, with a dab of cola chicken wing sauce at the corner of her mouth, wearing an expression of innocent bewilderment.

“Daddy, I heard something outside the door.”

Luoluo tilted her little face up, her voice soft and sweet, brimming with childlike innocence.

Du Fang raised an eyebrow and walked to the door, peering through the peephole—there really was someone outside.

He opened the door, only to find Chen Xi sitting on the floor, utterly disheveled and dazed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Miss Chen, what happened to you?” Du Fang exclaimed in shock.

It was late at night, the world quiet and still, and yet here was a woman, trembling, collapsed before his door…

What could she be doing at this hour?

Hearing a human voice, Chen Xi’s head jerked up stiffly, her gaze focusing on Du Fang’s face.

At last, she saw his features clearly.

He looked completely human.

Chen Xi’s lips were pale as she was overcome with emotion, nearly bursting into tears.

Why… was she crying now?

Had she been heartbroken?

Du Fang hurriedly helped her up.

“Luoluo, go get Auntie Chen a glass of water,” Du Fang called out.

“Okay, Daddy,” Luoluo replied with a sweet, childish lilt, then flashed Chen Xi a sugary smile.

With a thud, Chen Xi’s legs gave out again, and she collapsed right back onto the floor.

Perhaps her dream-piercing abilities hadn’t fully receded.

She could still clearly see Luoluo in reality.

But her perspective was different from Du Fang’s.

In Du Fang’s eyes, Luoluo was pale and chubby, utterly adorable, like a little angel.

But in Chen Xi’s eyes…

What she saw was a demon!

A mouth full of inverted-triangle fangs, a long tongue covered in barbs, blood streaming from her eyes in endless rivulets—bizarre and terrifying!

Chen Xi shuddered from head to toe.

Her hips tensed, her legs went rigid.

She fainted on the spot, toppling straight into Du Fang’s arms.

Du Fang: “…”

As if realizing something, Du Fang turned to glance at Luoluo, who was pouting with her pig plush in her arms.

“Luoluo, did you scare her?” Du Fang asked with a wry smile.

Luoluo twisted the hem of her skirt, drawing circles on the floor with her toe, looking aggrieved and bashful. “I didn’t mean to. She caught me sneaking a chicken wing…”

Luoluo looked up, her eyes sparkling. “I didn’t mean any harm. She just smelled really nice, and I wanted to give her a lick…”

Du Fang ruffled Luoluo’s hair and said seriously, “That’s not allowed. No licking people without permission.”

“If you do it again, Daddy will be angry.”

He pretended to be stern.

“Luoluo will be good!” she said anxiously, clutching the pig plush so tightly it nearly squealed.

Du Fang chuckled.

He’d always known that most people couldn’t see Luoluo.

Lin Liuli and Chen Xi had only been pretending all along.

After all, sometimes they would feign a smile in Luoluo’s direction, but never at the right spot.

It was rather foolish.

Du Fang wasn’t that gullible.

Still, he suspected that if Dream Traversers used their special abilities, they could indeed see Luoluo—though the Luoluo they saw would be quite different from his own.

Just as it was when he entered a dream disaster.

Within the dream, everything became heartwarmingly sweet and beautiful.

Sunlight, soft breezes, people full of love and harmony.

Yet in truth, dream disasters were terrifying—so many died each time, Du Fang could infer the reality.

Perhaps dreams were beautiful only for him.

Perhaps it was the “One Big Happy Family” system at work.

Glancing at the fainted Chen Xi, Du Fang couldn’t help but wonder…

How terrifying must Luoluo appear in Chen Xi’s eyes?

“My Luoluo is so cute—how scary could she possibly be?”

With that, Du Fang reached out and pinched Luoluo’s cheek, stretching it gently, marveling at its supple, milky softness.

She was simply too adorable!

Chen Xi gradually regained consciousness…

As a Dream Traverser, her mental resilience far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Her vision blurry at first, she saw Du Fang pinching Luoluo’s face, stretching it like dough for a whole meter, blood gushing like a waterfall from Luoluo’s eyes, her mouth full of fangs, her barbed tongue curling around Du Fang’s arm.

Droplets of saliva, mixed with blood from her streaming eyes, dripped from her tongue onto Chen Xi’s own face.

Chen Xi: “…”

Her hips tensed, her legs went rigid—another shudder, and she fainted dead away once more, like a wooden plank.

Chen Xi decided that fainting was probably for the best.