My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 45 - 044 Bad Dreams

From afar, Xu Chang’an saw Yun Qian sitting in the mud, her clothes stained with mud. She was wearing a slightly shorter pleated skirt, somewhat resembling a swimsuit from his memory.

Xu Chang’an covered his face, his mind buzzing.

Dreams sometimes have logic.

For instance, the white ribbon on Yun Qian’s head was tied by him when he left Celestial Bright Peak, so in his dream, Yun Qian still wore this bunny ear-like ribbon.

But where did this ultra-short skirt come from?

It turns out, after all these years of crossing over, he still has not forgotten the "dross" he encountered in his previous life, even placing those colored things on Yun Qian.

Moreover, in his perception, Miss Yun is someone who loves cleanliness and quiet, how could she be playing with mud here.

As the saying goes, examine oneself thrice daily.

Xu Chang’an did not immediately approach the Yun Qian in his dream. Instead, he stood in place, his eyes scanning back and forth on Yun Qian, quietly admiring the girl sitting by the water playing with the mud.

Everyone has dark thoughts, and Xu Chang’an is no exception. If he really was weak and humble in front of Yun Qian, how could he manage to hold the position of the housekeeper?

By now, Xu Chang’an’s seemingly weak personality, upon careful analysis, one will realize it is a form of pampering towards Yun Qian.

...

In the distance, Yun Qian, who should have been proud and aloof, even arrogant, was calmly bending down, stirring the muddy water.

This calmness appeared pitiful to Xu Chang’an; the white ribbon quivered slightly, causing an urge to hold her tight.

"..."

This is his dream; thus, everything seemingly illogical has its reasons.

Seeing Yun Qian sitting in the mud, Xu Chang’an suddenly realized something.

Is Miss Yun pretty?

Of course she is. Years together couldn’t make Xu Chang’an tire of Yun Qian’s beauty; her every expression still moved him.

But Yun Qian rarely showed emotional fluctuations, which diminished her allure, making her lack a touch of feminine charm, which is also a fact.

Perhaps she is the cleanest, clearest girl he has ever seen, like the bright moon over the sea... but this clarity often agitates the darkness within people, causing an urge to dirty her, to make her impure.

Not to mention, Miss Yun is his wife; he can do whatever he wants with her.

So, Yun Qian appearing in the mud makes logical sense.

Xu Chang’an’s hand paused on his forehead, his fingers gently massaging the area near his temples.

It turns out, the desire to make her less pure came from my subconscious.

Am I really of such a poor character?

Why have I never felt this on regular days?

"I..."

But the scene before him appears very realistically; this is his dream, a scenario conjured by his own brain.

So, his mind dressed Yun Qian in something so cool, setting her in such a place to satisfy his dark thoughts?

There was silence for a while.

What makes us human is our ability to restrain ourselves.

Joking aside!

If there were going to be affection, it would be with Miss Yun in reality. He just needs to reach out to touch Yun Qian; what does it matter in a dream?

Even in a dream, he couldn’t bear to see Yun Qian in such distress. Hmm... this thing about dreaming of her playing with mud must not be known to others.

Xu Chang’an stepped towards the water pit, saying, "Miss, it’s time to go home."

Hearing Xu Chang’an’s voice, Yun Qian turned her head, the white ribbon fluttering slightly. She glanced casually at Xu Chang’an and said, "This is home."

Xu Chang’an thought to himself, Yun’s voice in the dream and real life is exactly the same. The auditory simulation in the dream is truly amazing.

"Who takes a mud pit as home," Xu Chang’an said helplessly.

"You coming here makes it so," Yun Qian replied, molding the mud in her hands, looking up at the blue sky and the green water.

The clouds are gentle, and the breeze is like jade, refreshing as it blows across the face. Xu Chang’an sighed lightly upon hearing this.

Saying such embarrassing things in such a calm tone, yes, she’s indeed his wife.

Speaking of which, the timeline in the dream is quite chaotic. Yun Qian wasn’t even surprised to see him suddenly grow up.

"Miss, what are you doing here?" Xu Chang’an, though knowing it’s his dream, still asked.

Yun Qian held a lump of black thing in her palm and said, "Molding people."

"Molding people?" Xu Chang’an was stunned: "Nuwa?"

"Yes. I cannot bear children, so I thought of molding one..." Yun Qian looked at the shapeless clay figure in her hand, her eyebrows furrowing: "But what I molded isn’t good-looking."

Xu Chang’an: "..."

Not good-looking?

Dear aunt, this is more than just not good-looking, at least mold something resembling a human.

Arms molded like tentacles.

Cthulhu, perhaps.

But Yun Qian’s reason for playing with mud here had no flaws, showing his dream’s logic was strict.

Yun Qian had mentioned wanting to mold a child once and he remembered, which his subconscious used.

Perhaps the Yun Qian in the dream was too realistic, her behavior, logic, tone, and expression mirrored that of the real Yun Qian, making it hard for Xu Chang’an to associate her with anything fictitious.

He helplessly stretched out his hand towards Yun Qian: "Nuwa needs mana to create people; do you have mana?"

"Not now." Yun Qian tilted her head, not taking Xu Chang’an’s hand, looking reluctantly at the mud: "But I can try."

"Don’t try."

"Why?"

Looking into his wife’s eyes, Xu Chang’an replied helplessly, "If you’re going to mold a child, it should at least be good looking. How can you present this one to others?"

Yun Qian looked at the black clump in her hand, nodding in agreement: "You have a point."

Xu Chang’an wanted a daughter; a girl should at least be half as delicate as her father, and she certainly shouldn’t be molded ugly.

Yun Qian abandoned molding, holding Xu Chang’an’s hand, smearing mud on his palm.

"Hiss..." As Yun Qian stood up, she suddenly twisted her ankle and frowned.

"What happened?" Xu Chang’an realized instantly as he saw Yun Qian’s originally fair-as-jade foot cut by a stone in the mud, with bright red mixing with the mud, very conspicuous.

Seeing Yun Qian’s foot injury made Xu Chang’an somewhat anxious.

"Where are your shoes?"

"Don’t know where they got lost."

"... Fine, my fault," Xu Chang’an thought that since it’s a dream, in reality, he would’ve rushed to get her out of the mud at first sight.

"Come here." Xu Chang’an lifted Yun Qian.

"Where to?" Yun Qian asked.

"To wash your feet, I really owe you," Xu Chang’an pinched Yun Qian’s face, his tone full of helplessness: "Silly girl."

Seeing Xu Chang’an’s behavior different from usual, Yun Qian blinked.

Silly girl?

Is he calling me that?