In the secret realm, Yun Meng sat cross-legged, her expression pained.
A blurry man stood before her.
The man walked toward Yun Meng step by step. Her face was flushed like peach blossoms, red as the morning clouds, and her eyes were hazy.
She used the last of her clarity to mount a final resistance.
"Don't. Don't come any closer. I won't fall for it."
Yun Meng mumbled as if she were proving that she still had a sliver of clarity left.
But the man remained completely unmoved and continued closing in on her.
The man was not real. He was merely a wisp of fantasy in Yun Meng's mind. If she were bewitched by the illusion, she would go berserk.
Jiang Siming watched the man's back and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Just as he was about to see who the man was, the other party spoke.
"What's wrong, Yun Meng? Don't we often meet in our dreams? You missed me so much, and now I've come out. Aren't you happy?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Jiang Siming's scalp went numb.
Damn it, this woman is fantasizing about me again!
Yun Meng stared at the man before her as the last of her will rapidly crumbled.
"You damn thief... get lost!"
The man slowly began removing his clothes, revealing a strong and perfect upper body, while continuing to tempt her.
"Yun Meng, I've actually always liked you. Why can't you understand my feelings?"
Yun Meng's mind instantly became a mess. Her breathing grew more hurried, and her gaze became increasingly dazed.
The man continued, "Yun Meng, the person I've always liked was actually you. Your sister was merely your substitute. The person I've always loved deeply was you. As long as you're with me, I'll definitely love you well.