The Big Shot Can't Sleep Until the Dream-Eating Sprite Cuddles Up to Him

Half a month after coming down from the mountain, Sang Mian was so hungry she could almost cry.

Modern people's nightmares were either overtime or exams, so bland that she, a dream-eating tapir, was losing fur by the handful.

Then, on the night of a cocktail party, she ran into He Yuchuan, notorious in Harbor City for being someone you didn't want to cross.

He hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep in three years. His body was full of terrifying nightmares, and he smelled so delicious that she couldn't keep her ears hidden.

Sang Mian applied on the spot to be his personal assistant, asking only to sneak a bite of food at night.

On the first night, she slipped into the master bedroom. He caught her by the wrist, and she slept beside him until dawn.

At daybreak, he got her a softer chair.

By nightfall, her pillow had ended up on his bed.

Hugging the quilt, Sang Mian insisted, "I'm only here to eat dreams."

He Yuchuan let go of her hand and asked in a low voice, "Then if it's not for sleeping, can I kiss you?"

Later, she finally got to taste his good dreams.

There were no mountains of corpses or seas of blood in them, only her.