GL My Goddess Best Friend’s Seduction (H) - Chapter 12

I woke up startled. The dream had been too vivid, too strange. Its intensity lingered.

I grabbed my phone. It was almost 7:00 a.m.

Rising from bed, I poured a glass of cold water and drank it in gulps. The chill helped quiet the heat in my chest.

The living room was silent. I crept to Si Jingnian’s door and listened. There was no sound.

She must have been out for her morning run. I already knew her schedule: she woke at 6:20, left by 6:40, and returned around 7:30. Still, I checked. I could not help myself.

I rushed back to my room, changed clothes, and washed up, applying light makeup. It was only 7:20.

Grabbing my bag, I left quickly, hoping to avoid running into Si Jingnian. Thankfully, I did not see her.

Relieved, I sighed. Facing her now would only make me act unnatural.

I did not even consider how odd it was for someone like me, who never woke early, to be up and out this soon.

At the neighborhood gate, I sent her a message on WeChat that she did not need to prepare food, as I would eat downstairs at work.

A few minutes later, she replied with a simple “Okay.”

I exhaled deeply. Avoiding her for now felt like the right choice. I had no idea how to face her after that confusing, intimate dream.

I skipped the shared bike. Work started at 8:30 a.m., so I had time to wander. I needed to clear my thoughts. Too much had happened yesterday.

Why had I stopped teasing Si Jingnian? What had her expression meant when we locked eyes? And what did that dream signify?

I tried to reason through it.

First, maybe I stopped teasing her because I was being considerate. I knew she disliked chrysanthemum greens and garlic.

Second, her expression,what had it meant? Was she touched? Grateful? I had no idea, so I decided to skip that for now.

Third, the dream. That heart-racing and blush-inducing moment lingered in my mind. What was it trying to tell me?

Normally, I did not dwell on things. If something confused me, I let it go. I lived freely, and heartaches or regrets rarely lasted long. If they returned, I would feel bad momentarily, then forget again.

I figured this would be the same.

At my office building, I bought two veggie buns and a cup of soy milk.

A colleague greeted me, and we chatted briefly. For a moment, I even forgot the dream.

Tuesday mornings followed a fixed schedule: a cross-campus meeting from 8:30 to 9:30, then subject group research sessions until 11:30. In the afternoon, I taught full-time students and graded assignments.

The dream barely crossed my mind.

At lunch, closer colleagues kept things light, but others offered polite condolences about the breakup. Their pity annoyed me.

On the way home, I chose to walk instead of biking. As I thought about cooking dinner, memories of yesterday’s events and the dream returned to me with sudden clarity.

My heart felt unsettled, as if a pail of water was swaying restlessly inside me.

I decided to stay out for the evening, avoid cooking, and steer clear of Si Jingnian. I needed distance.

Thinking of who to visit, I chose Cao Youyou. She was heavily pregnant and housebound.

I called her, and as expected, she was lying down at home. I said I missed her and wanted to see her before she gave birth. She teased me, but I could tell she was pleased.

I messaged Si Jingnian: I’m visiting Youyou tonight. She’s due soon, so just take care of dinner on your own.

Without waiting for her reply, I put my phone away and headed to the subway.

Cao Youyou lived in a prime location. Her apartment was in a high-rise that offered a beautiful view of the A River and had direct subway access.

When I arrived, her nanny, Aunt Chen, opened the door. Cao Youyou was sprawled on the sofa, munching strawberries, with her belly visibly enlarged.

Seeing me, she tried to sit up but failed. Frustrated, she looked sheepish.

I rushed over to help, adjusting a cushion behind her for support. She gestured toward the strawberries.

I brought the bowl over, fed her the ripest one, and took one for myself.

After chewing, she sighed. “D*mn, I can’t even sit up. I need this thing out of me.”

I choked on the strawberry juice. “Miss Cao! Watch your mouth. What are you teaching the baby?”

She winced from the sourness. “I don’t believe in that stuff. If I did, I’d have you speaking English to my belly every day.”

I gave her a look. “Still, mind your image. You don’t speak like this around He Yiran.”

She rolled her eyes. “Duh. I can finally be myself with you. Childbirth is difficult enough. If I also had to maintain a sweet and shy demeanor, I would lose my mind.”

I told her she had it rough. She replied that it was nothing and simply part of serving the people.

Eventually, she brought up Qi Zhengyu. I gave her the short version.

She praised my growth, saying I was no longer the naïve kitten I used to be.

“Why? My first love cheated too. It was with my roommate. I didn’t believe it at first. When I asked him, he denied everything. Then he dumped me, saying I was boring.”

That made two cheating exes.

She joked that I attracted jerks, recalling a senior who once chased me. According to her, he had recently been beaten by his wife for impregnating a college student.

I was speechless. It felt like a curse.

We had dinner, which was a nutritious meal prepared by Aunt Chen. It was far better than anything I could cook. I felt a pang of guilt, thinking of how Si Jingnian had always praised my average dishes.

After dinner, it was barely 8:00. We chatted a bit longer, but Youyou was clearly exhausted. By 9:00, she kicked me out.

I did not want to go home yet. I wandered aimlessly, trying to avoid Si Jingnian until at least 11:00.

But I had nowhere in mind. Shopping did not appeal. Movies were too late. KTV and arcades were out of the question.

I ended up at a net café, a place I had not visited in years.

The place was lively, a bit noisy, but oddly comforting. I chose a private booth.

Inside, I could not find the computer tower. After a moment of confusion, I realized the power switch was on the desk. Embarrassing.

Luckily, I was alone.

I turned on the computer but had no goal. I did not log into WeChat.

I browsed news headlines aimlessly. One article caught my eye: a woman dreamed of a python entering her house, and the next day found a snake in her washing machine.

It reminded me of my dream.

On impulse, I visited a dream interpretation forum.

It was chaotic. People dreamed about dead relatives, killing someone, giving birth to kittens, even hooking up with enemies. My dream suddenly felt tame.

The absurdity lifted my mood.

I created an account and posted: After breaking up with my boyfriend, I dreamed of ambiguous behavior with my best friend.

I waited five minutes. No replies.

That was expected. The forum was not very active. The latest post had a reply from five days ago.

I hovered over the delete button.

Then a notification appeared.

Beheaded War God: That’s normal.