One Year Dead, I Decide to Visit My Boyfriend in a Dream Chatper 03

To be honest, I hadn’t used any of these things myself.

But nothing could stop my determination to make money.

I immediately launched a user review campaign in the store. any ghost who left feedback over 800 words would get a coupon.

Thanks to my clever marketing, I sold out of everything within a week—and collected a stack of reviews as thick as a dictionary.

I held my head high and walked into the Dream Management Office. Before I could speak, the Dream Keeper asked first. “Back for more dream time?”

“Mhm.”

He frowned. “No dead person spends so many heavenly coins every day to live in the dream of living people. Even after Jobs came underground, he didn’t be so fussy as you.”

I grinned. “I’m just supporting your business.”

“I’m truly grateful.”

The Dream Keeper opened the dream gate. I thought I’d have to wait a long time again, but it went surprisingly smoothly.

Once inside the dream, I checked the clock. exactly seven o’clock in the evening.

“Why are you sleeping so early?”

Looking closer, Ryan was wearing a straight white shirt with a pair of casual trousers underneath. His hairstyle should have been carefully taken care of, and he was sprayed to straighten it.

The wrist in his right hand was wearing the watch I gave him in the past. The strap was a little white, but it did not affect his aristocratic temperament at all.

Who would dress like this when sleeping? It’s too coquettish.

I narrowed my eyes. “Did you know I was coming today and waited for me on purpose?”

In response, Ryan just sneered.

Fine. I was being delusional.

Ryan sat in his swivel chair like a mob boss, his long fingers tapping the armrest slowly. “Back for more stuff? Did you finish your homework?”

Homework.

He really thought he was somebody.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, pulled the collected user reviews out of my bag, and held them out with both hands. “Your requested experience reports, sir. I’ve finished them all. Please review.”

Ryan flipped through them, then suddenly looked up. “Did you write all of these yourself… after using them?”

My heart skipped a beat.

I’d checked them all before coming and deleted all names. Did I miss something?

I nodded and said “yes” while leaning over nervously to check.

Ryan flipped to one page. “Read this out loud.”

I blinked and read where he pointed. “Excellent user experience. I wanted to do naughty things with my dream guy the entire time. Lucky he died young too.”

It sounded sincere and polite.

I asked innocently, “Is there something wrong with it?”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Who is your dream guy?”

Oh. He’d been setting me up this whole time!

“Wait, I can explain! That’s not what I meant—”

I couldn’t explain it at all!

In the end, I forced out. “You. You’re my dream guy!”

At that, Ryan’s expression visibly improved.

Even the corner of his eternally straight mouth lifted slightly, and his eyes looked satisfied.

“Good job. Tell me what you want.”

It was the first time I’d ever thought this guy was so handsome!

I couldn’t help but rush over and hug Ryan, kissing him on the cheek. “Baby, you’re the best!”

Ryan froze for a moment, touching my face in disbelief, his pupils widening as he stared at me.

I knew what he was trying to ask, so I whispered. “It’s just a dream.”

Dreams are illusions.

But they are also the only real thing between life and death.

After I spoke, I saw Ryan’s eyes redden.

After a long while, he lowered his hand from my face.

A bell rang. It was time to leave again.

I said, “Ryan, send me lots more stuff, okay?”

Ryan didn’t answer.

But I knew he would.