Chapter 37 Scoundrel

Purple Summers had another nightmare that night.

In fact, ever since she was reborn, she would have nightmares every night.

The dreams would re-enact the scene of her death over and over again, each time feeling as if she had died once more.

It was hard to bear.

However, she had no way to cope with it, and she couldn't even find someone to confide in.

After being awakened by the nightmare, Purple would stare blankly until dawn. When the sky would start to get a little brighter, she would finally close her eyes and fall asleep again from exhaustion.

In a semi-conscious state, she felt someone kissing her lips.

It was like licking and biting, all soft and wet, a feeling she couldn't quite put into words.

Purple was confused and couldn't tell whether she was still dreaming or not.

At first, she thought the sensation was too real to be a dream. But then she thought it couldn't be true; who could be so bold as to sneak a kiss from her? Didn't that person fear waking her up?