Trapped in My Archnemesis's Dream as His Wife

Lu Zhao and Ying Minghuai are known across the school as sworn enemies.

After an accident, Lu Zhao was diagnosed with mental power dysregulation.

That night, he was forced into a bizarre dream

On the big bed, Ying Minghuai gripped the back of his neck and sneered. "Talking to that other man today, were you trying to seduce him and cheat on me?"

...Wait, dude?

Until his mental power recovers, Lu Zhao plays Ying Minghuai's... well-behaved wife in one nightmare after another.

The kind who gets punished if he doesn't behave.

Soon, Lu Zhao discovers that the more convincingly he plays the wife, the faster he escapes the nightmares.

*

Lu Zhao has no idea when his mental power will return to normal, and he's getting sick of playing the wife.

Even worse, he's starting to lose track of what's a dream and what's reality.

One day, after Ying Minghuai finishes combat training, Lu Zhao suddenly rushes over with a towel and water. He gently wipes away Ying Minghuai's sweat, then speaks in a sweet, high-pitched voice. "Honey, are you thirsty? Have a drink first."

The onlookers: "???"

Ying Minghuai: "..."

Realizing this isn't a dream, Lu Zhao thinks: Where's a crack in the ground I can crawl into?!

Ying Minghuai slowly curls his lips into a sneer. "A new trick? Trying to gross me out?"

He looks like he can't stand Lu Zhao.

*

At his wit's end, Lu Zhao decides to pay a fortune for an appointment with a specialist and get his problem treated.

But the specialist says, "This isn't your problem."

Lu Zhao is stunned.

The specialist continues, "You've unknowingly formed a mental link with someone else. In plain terms, you've been entering someone else's dreams all this time. The other person is an Alpha with stronger mental power than yours, which is why you can't control the dreams."

Lu Zhao recalls those dreams, most of which would need to be labeled restricted, with truly awful kinks, and his mind shatters.

Then he recalls Ying Minghuai's usual expression whenever he sees him: eyes dark and gloomy, face cold and indifferent.

...Damn, I hate people who put on airs.

Theme: Cherish the one before you