[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 204)

Chapter 204 Dream of the Heavenly Queen

The candlelight flickered, and tears streamed down their faces. After a long silence, Lingti hesitated, then finally couldn't help but

ask , "Who is Sister Ziyan to you? As far as I know, you're an orphan. Where did this sister come from? She must be

one of your confidantes, right?"

Wuyue broke out in a cold sweat, exclaiming, "What, Sister Ziyan?"

Lingti said, "While you were unconscious, and in your recent dreams, you sometimes

called Sister Beifeng,' and sometimes 'Big Sister'... I know Beifeng. Judging from how she treats you, your

relationship must be very close. I also know that your Big Sister is the Rakshasa Demoness. So I think this Sister Ziyan

must be a very important and beautiful woman to you, right?"

Wuyue secretly felt lucky. Luckily, her godmother had told her to call her Sister Ziyan, not Sister Murong. Otherwise,

such an obvious foreign surname would have given her away immediately. He casually remarked, "No matter how beautiful a woman is, she's not as beautiful as you

!"

Lingti said, "Beauty isn't about appearance, it's about the heart. Otherwise, why do you like Xiaoyu but not Lingti?"

Wuyue said, "Now I like Lingti too."

Lingti said impatiently, "Stop changing the subject. You haven't answered my question yet."

Wuyue stammered, "Uh... how should I put it? My relationship with her

is similar ."

Lingti said with great dissatisfaction, "How can you be so fickle? One Beifeng, one Xiaohong, not enough, now there's

Ziyan. I wonder if there are any other girls?" After saying that, she suddenly turned over, pulled the blanket

over , leaving him with a big back!

Wuyue tentatively called out, "Lingti~ Fairy~ Xiaoyu..."

No one answered him. He sighed, knowing she was sulking again, and could only fall asleep...

Lingti, exhausted from a busy day, drifted off to sleep even faster than him. It wasn't just a sulking

; she had a very long dream: from a very, very long time ago, she lived in

a magnificent palace, surrounded by many people who fawned over her. However, the only person she interacted with most was a little boy.

His name was Long—Long what? Or Wuyue? She could never quite place it.

His home wasn't far from the palace. His mother was my godmother, and she and my mother were as close as best friends. My mother called her

Xuan Nu , and she loved wearing black robes; she was a very beautiful immortal. The two families were very close, like one big family. I had never

met his father. I was an only child, and he was an only son; we were like siblings, even closer than some biological siblings.

From childhood, I would go to his house almost every morning to play with him, bringing him delicious food and toys

. If he didn't see me for a few days, he would come to check if I was sick. Generally, his worries

were justified; either there was a grand ceremony taking place and I had to stay with my parents.

Every time he came, my mother would hug him tightly and kiss his face repeatedly. She often

regretted not having a son and always treated him like one, her love for him seemingly no less than for me. My godmother,

on the other hand , treated me only so-so. According to my godmother, when Wuyue and I were still infants, she often

joked with my mother: "Your Majesty, I think we should just switch our children! The dragon is yours, and the princess is mine!" My mother, holding Wuyue,

would smile broadly and nod repeatedly: "Yes, yes! The little girl is yours now! Take her home and breastfeed her, hehe!"

This wasn't just talk; the two of them often took turns breastfeeding Wuyue and me, and he drank

more of my mother's milk than I did. Conversely, I was almost entirely raised on my godmother's milk.

Just like my mother said, I was naturally quiet and had no other friends, while Wuyue was lively,

talkative , and had many close friends. He rarely stayed at home quietly.

If he wasn't home when I went there, I would look for him everywhere, and I usually found him eventually. At first, I didn't understand

why, but later I realized it was because of his unique scent. Because of this, my sense of smell became

increasingly sensitive, especially to his scent.

If I really couldn't find him, I would stay at his house and help my godmother with housework, learn weaving, spinning, and needlework

, until he came back. In short, if I didn't see him for a day, I always felt like something was missing, an emptiness

.

But whenever he saw me, he would try his best to spend time playing with me. If he felt too bored staying at home, he would take

me out to play with his friends. Of course, as he said,

everyone weren't very fun, so gradually he stopped taking me out.

Every day, I would reluctantly leave his house at dusk, longing for dawn to break before falling asleep, drifting off to sleep with beautiful dreams of a new

day —it was a long and happy time…

As Wuyue and I grew older, he became more and more adorable, and my mother liked him more and more. We were chosen

as her golden boy and girl, to serve her. However, gradually,

a sense of inferiority began to appear in his eyes, and he rarely came to my house to see me anymore; it was almost always me who went to him. At his house, I was always

busy with this and that, rarely speaking to him, but I liked the atmosphere; every glance at him made me incredibly

happy. He, on the other hand, didn't seem to feel the same way, always finding it boring.

My parents never got along well, often arguing over big and small things, which was truly distressing!

After each argument, my mother would go to her godmother's house, initially to confide in her best friend. Her godmother didn't know how to comfort her and

would only side with my mother, criticizing my father, which only added fuel to the fire.

Wu Yue's innocent and sweet words seemed to be more effective; often, a few words were enough to make my mother laugh through

her tears . Later, she would go directly to his room for comfort, all of which happened during the time that little devil was missing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed alone in the room, much less stayed by my mother's side.

Once, when I went to Wu Yue's place, I found my mother crying uncontrollably in his arms, complaining about my father's faults. He

was always so good with words; a few words were enough to make my mother forget her troubles, and she was chatting and laughing with him. He went too far,

telling inappropriate jokes in front of me, making my mother blush and look like she was in love.

I had my opinions about this. As the saying goes, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Why didn't my mother confide in me when she was feeling wronged, but instead

went to him?

I remember one time it was still early, and my mother and I hadn't gotten up yet. I don't know when Wu Yue came over, but he was lying by

the bed admiring my mother and me sleeping. It was like his own home; he could enter my mother's inner room at any time. When I woke up

When his mother saw it was him, she was overjoyed and took off his outer clothes and trousers, pulling him into the bed and warming him with her embrace

. She kept stroking his little face, which was red from the cold, and said with heartache, "My little baby,

why did you get up so early today? Look how cold your little face is. It's still early, sleep a little longer with Auntie."

His mother yawned and closed her eyes, wanting to continue sleeping.

But Wuyue didn't want to sleep quietly. He moved around and said with a smile, "I haven't seen

you and my sister for several days. I missed you and my sister, especially your sleeping posture, which is so beautiful. I love it the most. I specially came to

see you before you got up."

His mother chuckled and said, "You little rascal, you just wanted to see Auntie wearing only a bib, underpants, and a nightgown.

And you said it so grandly. Since you like it so much, you love Auntie too."

Wuyue moved his little face closer and rubbed it against hers. Mother protested, "That doesn't count! You have to

kiss Auntie with your little mouth!"

Wuyue kissed her face a few times, and Mother's blankets suddenly trembled. She exclaimed, "You naughty mother,

why are you poking my tummy with your feathers again?"

Feeling Mother's waist twisting uncomfortably, she chuckled, "Baby's little bird has a pair of wings, so

Auntie has to hide it in the nest to prevent it from flying away. I didn't mean to prick you with my feathers..."

Wuyue snuggled closer to Mother, "Your mother is wearing underpants, so why are there still feathers sticking out?"

Feeling Mother's breathing suddenly quicken, she said, "Auntie's nest is so lush, the underpants can't cover it,

so a lot of feathers stick out on both sides to hide baby's little bird."

But then Wuyue said nervously, "Then..." " Your Majesty, please hide it well for me! What will I do to pee if the little sparrow flies away

? And what will I do when I go out to play with my friends? Do I have to keep catching the little sparrow forever?"

The mother murmured, "Normally when you're outside wearing pants, the little sparrow won't fly away, so don't

worry. It'll only fly away when it pops out of your pants. It's very restless, moving around in the nest

, hissing and rubbing against it, making the nest itchy..."

Wuyue struggled a couple of times and said, "Your Majesty, you're so hot! I need to get some fresh air!"

The mother hugged him tightly, not letting him lift the covers, her voice becoming strange: "The little baby is Auntie's toy.

I like to sleep with the baby between my legs; it makes me sleep more soundly. Your mother's down there is so..." "There are quite a few elephants,

and when I cuddled you to sleep, did they prick you with their fur?"

Wu Yue said, "My mother doesn't sleep dressed as scantily as you, so of course she couldn't prick me."

Mother chuckled, "Your mother always took off all her clothes when she bathed you. Do you see how

much ?"

Wu Yue said, "Mother wouldn't let me see. She said that if boys look at a woman's private parts, they'll get styes. They only know

that it's dark down there."

Mother suddenly started panting, twisting her body and scolding, "Baby, don't touch Auntie's breasts, okay? It makes

Auntie uncomfortable. You grew up drinking Auntie's milk when you were little. Haven't you had enough?"

Wu Yue said, "Who told you that Mother's breasts are so big and soft? They feel so good to touch. I dream of drinking milk

!"

He drank a lot of my mother's milk when he was little . "I've never seen a woman breastfeed before,"

I thought, peeking over to see. My mother, panting, said, "My breasts are so engorged these past few days, I really want to breastfeed you,

but I'm not pregnant, not in the breastfeeding period, so I don't have any milk for you."

Wuyue said, "Then hurry up and get pregnant! I really want to

breastfeed!" My mother retorted , "Do you think I can get pregnant just because I

want to?" Wuyue asked curiously, "Then how can you get pregnant?"

My mother patiently explained, "You'd have to hide your uncle's little bird in my little bird's nest and

pee ,

then I can get pregnant. Unfortunately, for so long, your uncle has been obsessed with climbing the Heavenly Dao and hasn't wanted to sleep with me. I don't have that ability.

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