Game World: I Can Share Talents-Chapter 61: Leaning on Each Other Until the Dream Ends
A reward?
Westheid met Reiya’s lively, expectant eyes. He used his world-class intellect to ponder for a few seconds, then his gaze fell upon the Silver-haired Dragon Lady’s cherry lips.
Their curve was perfect, their color pure and lovely, as beautiful as flower petals.
They were truly irresistible.
So Westheid gave in to his impulse, knelt on one knee on the bed, and leaned in close to Reiya’s lovely face.
The young woman’s sweet breath brushed against his cheek. Reiya’s body temperature was indeed much higher than a normal person’s, and the vapor in her breath carried a unique, subtle fragrance that no crude perfume could ever replicate. It was a scent that emanated naturally from Reiya herself.
But just as Westheid slowly closed the distance, about to kiss her, the White-haired Dragon Lady suddenly ducked her head, neatly dodging the kiss and pushing him away.
"I’m sorry, West..."
’Oh no. Haste makes waste. Am I turning into some kind of creep?’
Westheid’s heart sank. He was afraid Reiya would give him a disgusted look and immediately post about him on the Imperial Capital’s "Little Red Book." Although, Westheid was already a celebrity on the Imperial Capital’s "Little Red Book."
However, he quickly realized he had worried for nothing. The problem wasn’t with him.
The Silver-haired Dragon Lady immediately looked up, her magnificent eyes shimmering with an almost imperceptible mist. She pressed her lips together and said:
"I didn’t mean I wanted the reward right now... Besides, I’m not qualified to ask for a kiss."
Westheid froze. "What?"
Reiya took Westheid’s hand, placed it gently over her chest, and held it there tightly.
But Westheid didn’t find the gesture particularly sensual or enticing, because he immediately understood what Reiya was trying to show him.
Ignoring the enchanting softness of her skin, he noticed that from Reiya’s chest... there was no vibration.
Forget the nuclear-powered heart of a Dragon; even a normal person’s heartbeat shouldn’t be this faint. In fact, there was nothing!
"A cripple who’s even been deprived of a heartbeat—what right do I have to receive a kiss?"
Reiya’s body had long been ravaged by the Path of Life and Death. She was relying entirely on Divine Power to maintain her bodily functions.
The silver-haired young woman gave a self-deprecating smile. "West, your kiss is truly a treasure I wish to have, but right now, I’m not qualified to receive it."p>Westheid gazed at Reiya’s strong and dignified face and sighed.
"If I were a Legend, I would truly want to take out my own heart and give it to you right now."
This wasn’t just a sweet nothing. Legendary Powerhouses could actually do it. Such was the Life Force of the Legendary Tier. Even if their head was cut off and their spine ripped out, they could survive as long as it was reattached within three days.
A mere heart was nothing. They could just form a new one.
Reiya tilted her head. "I do want to have your heart, West, but not in that way."
The Silver-haired Dragon Lady’s lowered eyelids hid her beautiful eyes, a mix of navy violet and pale blue. The melancholy and sorrow revealed in those magnificent pupils made Duke Qinghui’s heart ache for no reason.
Westheid suddenly realized that ever since entering the Secret Realm Trial, Reiya had rarely spoken on her own initiative. Compared to Yolanda, she was much more meticulous in carrying out his orders.
Reiya... she really, really wanted to win. Or rather, she wanted to change her own destiny.
Westheid, of course, knew why Reiya was so desperate to defy fate and change her life.
It was all just to get closer to him, to be worthy of him.
This couldn’t help but move Westheid.
So he thought for a moment and said, "...In that case, could I hold you?"
"Let this be my reward. I want to hold you, Reiya."
Reiya considered this for a moment, then finally nodded. "I suppose I still have the right to dream."
Upon hearing this, Westheid immediately moved closer to the bed and leaned down.
Then, he opened his arms and gently embraced Reiya.
This wasn’t the first time he had hugged Reiya, so his movements were already familiar and practiced.
However, the Silver-haired Dragon Lady now was like a completely different person from her previous, crippled state. The feeling she gave Westheid was naturally different as well.
’How to put it...’ Her youthful and vibrant body made Westheid marvel. ’Dragon Ladies really are different. They definitely don’t lack in the development department.’
Westheid looked at Reiya, who had buried her head in his chest, and said:
"Is this okay?"
Reiya slowly closed her eyes, burrowed into Westheid’s arms, and took a deep breath, inhaling the man’s hormonal scent, which was like a rich, fine wine.
Then she let out a long, contented sigh.
"Mmm... This is nice. I’m a little sleepy."
She looked just like a young girl about to fall asleep in her lover’s arms.
’Looks like I’ll be holding her like this all night.’
Understanding, Westheid adjusted his position, getting onto the bed and lying on his side.
With the warm, fragrant, and soft young woman in his arms, Westheid carefully drew his arms tighter, holding her delicate body as if to merge her with his own.
Reiya cooperatively curled up, nestling into Westheid’s embrace like a young dove.
"Good night, Reiya."
"Good night, West..."
Out of Westheid’s sight, the White-haired Dragon Lady had a smile on her lips, greedily inhaling the scent of the man she loved.
And so they held each other, close together, until the moment they awoke from their dreams.
..........
The moment the soft morning light streamed in from the window, Duke Qinghui, who kept a very regular schedule, immediately opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Reiya, lying in the crook of his arm.
Unlike her usual calm, intelligent, and resilient demeanor, the sleeping White-haired Dragon Lady actually looked like a young girl in her teens.
Her brows were relaxed, her lips slightly parted, exhaling warm, sweet breaths. Strands of hair like molten silver were scattered across the bed, a few of them sticking to her faintly flushed cheeks.
This was not the first time Westheid had woken up embracing a soft, gentle body. He recalled his past, when he was nothing more than a dejected stray who had given up on himself, his heart like dead embers. He’d lost count of the times he’d frantically sought solace in the arms of women, numbing himself with debauchery and wanton acts. But upon waking, all that remained was a lingering, inescapable emptiness.
But embracing Reiya, spending a peaceful night with her, felt incredibly pleasant.
’Or perhaps,’ he mused, ’this is what a true haven of tenderness feels like?’
’Pure love has its own special charm, after all.’
Westheid mused, gently brushing a strand of hair from Reiya’s cheek, admiring the White-haired Dragon Lady’s charmingly innocent sleeping face.
"Ngh..."
But as soon as he moved, Reiya let out a soft murmur. Her upturned silver lashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.
Westheid quickly said, "Sorry, did I wake you?"
Reiya shook her head and said:
"No, I woke up first. I was watching you for a long time, then pretended to be asleep again."
"So you didn’t sleep well last night?"
"No, I slept wonderfully. Better than I ever have before."
The Silver-haired Dragon Lady bit her lip gently, revealing a shy and sweet smile:
"I had a wonderful dream."
"It seems we both did."
Reiya’s expression was one Westheid had never seen before, making him extremely curious about what she had dreamt, and whether it was as exhilarating as the dream he’d had last night.
He had dreamt he was piloting a giant Azure Sky Mecha, fiercely battling Star Abyss Wings for thousands of rounds across the Star Sea, shattering stars and sweeping through the cosmos. The memory alone was endlessly satisfying.
But from the look on Reiya’s face, she had no intention of sharing her wonderful dream with him.
Reiya said, "West, you should get up first. I think... I’m going to be a little lazy today."
"That’s fine. You should use the next couple of days to rest up and prepare."
Westheid readily agreed. The White-haired Dragon Lady’s small request was nothing. Besides, it really wasn’t appropriate for a Dragon Descendant to be moving about the Resistance Army base right now.
After he got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and left the room, Reiya slowly moved to the spot where Westheid had been lying. She buried her face in his pillow and took a deep, obsessive breath.
Her slender hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, and her one remaining magnificent eye showed a resolve more resolute than ever before.
"My future..."
"Absolutely, definitely... I will absolutely take it back."
