In the dimly lit private room, several young men lounged together, chatting about random topics and occasionally sipping their drinks.
Hao Lin sometimes brought his buddies here to unwind. He enjoyed the relaxed vibe—though tonight’s mood felt different.
One of the guys tagging along had just been dumped.
The heartbroken one drowned his sorrows in bitter liquor, spilling grievances. The room grew heavy. His friends offered quiet comfort now and then.
“Brother Hao Lin, women are all heartbreakers…” the dejected guy muttered, swirling his glass.
“You should stop. You’re slurring your words.”
“Let him vent. It’ll help,” Hao Lin said calmly.
“Alright…”
Hearing their Big Brother, the others stepped back, letting him release his pain.
“That woman was trash! Met someone ‘better,’ kicked me out, threw herself into his arms…” He gulped his drink. “How was I so blind? She never liked *me*—just my money!”
What followed was a rant any system would censor. The wound ran deep.
“Big Brother, watch your wife closely. What if one day—”
“Whoa, stop! That’s way out of line!”
“Don’t listen—he’s drunk!”
“Exactly! We’ve all seen your bond. Your wife would never do that!” They cut him off fast.
“I know… I’m not taking it seriously,” Hao Lin said evenly.
He lightly twirled the ice cube in his glass and fell silent.
The gloom in the room thickened.
None of them noticed the odd figure perched at the sofa’s edge. Twin tails tied with bat-shaped clips framed a doll-like face radiating enchanting charm. A tube top and ultra-short skirt revealed smooth, pale skin. Black thigh-highs traced slender legs; midnight gloves sheathed delicate hands. Behind her, a slender tail swayed. Tiny demon wings twitched on her back. These impossible features marked the little loli as utterly non-human.
Anyone with eyes would spot her—but the men acted as if she were invisible.
“So that’s how it is…” Ling Luo murmured aloud, voice clear and unbothered.
Why show her true form so boldly? No sound barrier. No invisibility.
What was really happening?
Simple: none here were real. This wasn’t reality.
It was a dreamscape—Chen Haolin’s memory dream.
As a Succubus, slipping into, controlling, or crafting dreams was basic. For Ling Luo, though, this was her first time. After a demonic contract, as long as the person slept within ten kilometers, she could enter their dream effortlessly.
This memory dream wouldn’t affect its owner. Just a tool to review memories—like experiencing a full-dive VR recording. Novel. Thrilling. She’d flinched at first, needing time to adjust.
“In the end, both sides grew suspicious because of friends’ warnings… Such ironic sync. Are they too easily swayed? Or is their bond not strong enough?”
Ling Luo lowered her head, thoughtful.
Honestly, if they just talked openly, things should resolve. Her gut said their feelings ran deep. *Ahem*—not *that* kind of “openness”! Dirty minds, go stand in the corner!
“Better verify their bond properly,” she decided.
She manipulated both memory streams, hunting the moment they first met—to watch their love story from the start.
Sounded masochistic. A single dog voluntarily binge-watching someone else’s romance? Force-feeding herself “dog food”? Pure self-torture.
But Ling Luo knew: helping true love mattered more than a little “dog food.” She was kind-hearted—that’s why she’d matched Yi Xiao and Xiao Yue, even with zero gain.
She believed in “true love wins.” Sure, she’d jokingly chant “Burn the lovey-dovey couples!” online—but she’d never break up a genuine pair. Unless one was a total jerk.
So verifying their hearts? Necessary.
Besides… if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em! Learn flirting tricks? Finding a girlfriend would be easy. Eating “dog food” now? Nothing. *She’d* serve it later!
“Finally found it… You two met *way* too early!”
Elementary schoolers. Childhood sweethearts. She’d lost before the starting line. *Sigh*… Guess life’s big stuff really starts in childhood?
“The seniors met at seven. Now college juniors—fourteen years! Ugh, time’s short. Fast-forward… Wait, why’s there a gap?”
She rewound to their parting: two kids, fresh out of elementary graduation.
“Xiao Lin… will we see each other again?” the girl asked, voice trembling.
“Maybe… No—we *will*!”
“But if we grow up… will you still know me?”
“Don’t worry.” He pulled out a four-leaf clover hairpin, clipped it to her bangs. “As long as you, Xiao Hua, wear this… no matter how you change, I’ll recognize you.”
Ling Luo collapsed to her knees, muttering: “No wonder he’s the senior… proactive since childhood. I, a wimp junior, admit defeat… Deserve to stay single…”
Just then, a whisper surfaced in her mind—
“Will we see each other again?”
“Maybe… I don’t know.”
“I guess… we might not recognize each other then.”
“True. You might not know me either… But if you still wear twin tails? I think I’d know you.”
Eh? What… is this?
