"Alas, it's a pity I can only tell you this in a dream. We might not even get the chance to meet again. You have to avenge me and tell Master that the person who killed me was from the Ghost King Sect."
Lu Xueqi rambled on as she arranged her "last affairs." This might have been the most she had ever spoken in her life.
But halfway through, Lu Xueqi realized that Jiang Siming had been laughing the entire time.
His laughter left her stunned for a moment. Then, suspiciously, she raised her hand and secretly pinched her own arm.
It hurt.
Lu Xueqi was dumbfounded.
This... this wasn't a dream???
Whoosh!
Lu Xueqi quickly rose from Jiang Siming's arms and stood beside the wall, facing it with her back to Jiang Siming, not daring to turn around.
She was so embarrassed that she shut down completely.
Jiang Siming chuckled. "You haven't finished yet. Go on, I'm listening."
Lu Xueqi's face was as red as a monkey's behind. Her cool, otherworldly image had vanished without a trace, leaving only a shy, adorable girl-next-door.
But before she could finish "facing the wall in reflection," Jiang Siming hugged her from behind.
Lu Xueqi felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her entire body tensed like a sensitive plant, every nerve drawn taut.
"Senior... Senior Brother Jiang."
"What? You already confessed your feelings. If I didn't respond, would I still be a man?" Jiang Siming said with a serious expression.
"I... I thought that was only a dream, so that's why I said it..." Lu Xueqi was even more nervous than Biyao had been earlier.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought the two great beauties were both stutterers.
"Whether it was a dream or not, you said it