"Whew..."
I suddenly opened my eyes wide, still shaken from the fear, and quickly ran my hands over my body—no, there were no wounds at all.
Was I really dreaming?
I let out a sigh of relief, remembering the terrifying dream where I had resolutely broken up with my girlfriend. My usually gentle girlfriend's pupils seemed to lose their color in an instant, and then she pulled out a sharp knife from who knows where, crazily stabbing at me. The warm blood soaked the hotel bed, and the intense pain felt so clear and real.
What a terrifying dream.
"Brother, are you okay?"
A completely unfamiliar gentle voice interrupted my thoughts. It was then that I realized I was lying on a bed with white sheets, and the voice was so close. I turned my head and was instantly frozen in place.
A beautiful girl with deep purple hair was leaning against me, wrapped in a thin blanket. The intoxicating fragrance emanating from her lingered in my nostrils.
...Who is she?
At that moment, a faint blush adorned the girl's exquisite face, her shy yet gentle big eyes fixed on me, filled with caring concern.
She was an incredibly cute and charming girl; in my memory, none of the girlfriends I had ever had, whether in looks or figure, could compare to her. But I didn't know her at all! And what did she just call me? Brother?
Moreover, her question was very subtle: "Are you okay?" It carried an unexpected tone, as if she actually hoped that I was unwell. It must have been a slip of the tongue; she should have asked, "You're okay, right?"
"Although it's rude of me to ask, may I know who you are?"
What came out of my mouth was an entirely unfamiliar language, yet it felt oddly familiar, as if I had heard it in some small film before. But aside from Chinese, I hadn't learned any other languages!
The girl suddenly revealed a charming smile: "Brother is just joking. I'm Sakura."
"Sakura?"
I desperately tried to piece together memories, attempting to recall everything about this girl, but my mind was completely blank.
"Matou Sakura, brother, what's wrong? Are you running a fever?"
Matou Sakura? Does such a strange surname and name exist in this country?
The girl who called herself Matou Sakura placed her soft hand on my forehead, seemingly checking my temperature. But the ambiguous position brought her face so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath on my face.
In the past, I would have reacted to such a situation, throwing myself at this girl without a second thought. However, I now found that I had no reaction at all; I could only describe myself as completely indifferent.
Am I impotent?
An astonishing thought surged up. Otherwise, how could my body not respond to such a beauty? I used to call myself a moving source of filth, a human cannon, and those titles were not unearned.
"Brother, it seems like you're fine..." The girl named Matou Sakura withdrew her hand and stole another glance at me, her expression appearing very shy. "It seems... brother is tired; let's call it a day."
The girl blossomed into a sweet smile, carefully wrapping herself in the blanket as she got off the bed. I stared blankly as she walked out of the room, my mind constantly questioning: Who are you, really?