"Why didn't you mention this before?" Sun Hang asked in surprise.
"I didn't know who that person was back then." Zhong Ling's little face had already turned bright red. She turned her head away and stopped looking at the two of them. "Not until I saw you today..."
"Damn, you had that kind of dream too?" Wang Xiyi froze. "By the way, what day did you have it?"
After comparing the dates, the two discovered that it had been on the very same night.
Sun Hang, standing off to the side, had gone completely numb—he was tired. Screw it, destroy the planet. It was time to flee this world overnight...
"How could there be such a coincidence?" Wang Xiyi looked at Sun Hang suspiciously. "Don't tell me you were behind this?"
"Absolutely not!" Sun Hang declared righteously. "How could an upright gentleman like me pull such petty tricks?"
"But Zhong Ling had never met me before, so why would I appear in her dream? And... it was that kind of dream. Could you please explain that?" Wang Xiyi pressed on.
"Well... fine, I admit this really did have something to do with me. But I was a victim too. I was this close, just this close, to dying there."
"You were a victim too? How exactly were you victimized? Go on, tell me." Wang Xiyi looked at Sun Hang with an amused half-smile. "If I'm not mistaken, you should have been on Nameless Island at the time, right?"
With no other choice, Sun Hang recounted how he had absorbed Tumi. However, he tried his best to gloss over the gorgeous fantasies and instead focused on the tragic tale of how he had nearly burned to death with desire, hoping to win the two women's sympathy.
"So apart from us, there