The familiar sensation of floating outside my body begins again, but tonight something's different. The usual terror doesn't come—instead, I feel a strange warmth spreading through me despite the cold mist surrounding my consciousness.

"Finally found you."

The voice is low, resonant, sending vibrations straight to my core. It's him again—the one who comes to me in my dreams, or perhaps not dreams at all. The line between waking and sleeping has blurred beyond recognition since he first visited weeks ago.

I try to call out, but no sound escapes my lips. My physical body lies helpless in my bed, but my senses are acutely aware of his presence. The weight of the mattress shifts as he climbs onto the bed beside me. I feel cool fingers tracing my jawline before sliding down to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp for air I don't technically need in this state.

A warm breath tickles my ear. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you? Don't try to deny it. I can feel how your body craves mine when I'm near."

His hand slips beneath my睡衣, cool palm pressing against my chest. My nipples instantly harden under his touch. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through my entire being.

"So responsive... and you still pretend to fear me when we both know better."

His mouth finds mine in the darkness, and I can't help but part my lips for him. The kiss is demanding,掠夺性的, yet somehow still tender. When he pulls back, I catch a glimpse of golden eyes in the dim light before he descends, trailing kisses down my neck and chest.

I feel myself returning to my physical body as his touches grow more insistent. My breath catches as his hand wraps around my growing erection through my sleep pants.

"Open your eyes, Qiu邱," he murmurs against my skin. "Look at me while I pleasure you."

I struggle to open my heavy eyelids, desperate to see him clearly for once rather than through the haze of半梦半醒. As my vision focuses, I'm met with the most beautiful face I've ever seen—sharp features, perfect lips, and those golden eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. And then there's the mole at the corner of his eye that I've dreamed about touching countless times.

But it's what I see beyond his shoulders that truly shocks me—the faint outline of scales catching what little light filters through the curtains, and something long and muscular shifting beneath the covers, coiling around my legs.

He smiles, seeing my wide-eyed stare. "You're finally awake enough to truly see me, my precious Saint Child." His fingers tighten slightly around my cock, making me gasp. "Ready to stop pretending this is just a dream?"