Chapter 59 - Stimulating Creation (2/2)

In the end, she was a little surprised. After Warfarin felt Flanders’ movements, she hugged Flanders excitedly, and she did not want to separate.

“No, no, this is good. Just keep it this way.”

Flanders did not mind Warfarin’s willfulness.

“Then at least tell me what kind of nightmare it is that can actually scare you. Didn’t you say earlier that your dreams were a little boring recently?”

Flanders’ voice was still as gentle as ever, giving Warfarin warmth and comfort.

“I have a good rest today and don’t have to go to work. But baby, if I remember correctly, you still have class today.”

“I’m skipping it. I’m not in the mood to go to class today.”

Warfarin replied without hesitation.

Class? How could she be in the mood for class now?

Faced with Warfarin’s increasing conversation, Flanders continued to comfort her.

“Fine, we won’t go. But, then, what should we play today?”

Warfarin did not want to move, but since Flanders had said so, she began to think about whether she should do something.

Being immersed in fear would only make her lose herself in fear and become a slave of fear.

Warfarin needed to find something to divert her attention and free herself from this fear.

“Speaking of which, do you want to take advantage of your current state to start writing something?”

“?”

Warfarin was stunned at first, but then she realized what Flanders was talking about.

She subconsciously wanted to refute and reject him, but her mouth opened, and just as the words were about to reach her mouth, she retracted them.

This was not because she was worried about Flanders, but because when she mentioned writing, she actually had the urge to write in her mind.

The content of the writing, which was the source of her inspiration, was none other than the nightmare she had last night.

In her current state, it was impossible to use sex to divert her attention.

In that case, writing was not unacceptable.

Feeling the eagerness in his heart, Warfarin finally raised his head and nodded in agreement under Flanders’ expectant gaze.

The two of them washed up briefly and then had breakfast.

Accompanied by Flanders, the two of them found a coffee shop with a good atmosphere.

Warfarin opened her notebook and put her hands on the keyboard. She first looked at Flanders.

Flanders saw her looking over and nodded gently, giving her encouragement and support.

Taking a deep breath, Warfarin recalled her nightmare and began to type on the keyboard.

This was a very realistic nightmare.

It was as if it had really happened. Even after an entire morning, Warfarin felt as if it had really happened after the meeting.

The fear, oppression, pleasure, and strangeness in the dream were all extremely real.

It constantly challenged Warfarin’s nerves, causing her to be on the verge of breaking down.

But the more real it was, the more fear she felt, and the faster Warfarin’s writing speed.

When she really started writing, even Warfarin herself could not believe that it would be so smooth.

Countless inspirations emerged in her heart. Around this nightmare, one idea after another kept appearing in her mind.

Among them, Warfarin thought of the scarecrow series video she saw yesterday.

As if she had opened the door to a new world, Warfarin was completely immersed in her creation.