As he watched Qian Renxue approach, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Ye Xingchen's face.
Plainly, the woman before him had not realized she was wearing nothing at all. Feeling somewhat moved, he glanced around and thought, So this is the Angel God's dream!
"Take a look at yourself. I've already become your nightmare. If you can't defeat me in this nightmare, I'm afraid you'll never inherit the Angel God's power!"
Hearing Ye Xingchen's words as she slowly approached, Qian Renxue broke into a broad smile. She shook her head, glanced around, and slowly spread her arms, deliberately displaying her proud curves as she teased:
"Do you really think I don't know this is a dream? Actually, I deliberately created it. To have you, I can no longer afford to care about so much. Defeating you is very simple, too. So do you think I'd be afraid?"
At those words, Ye Xingchen's expression instantly changed. Looking at the madwoman before him, he took a few steps back.
Yet within Qian Renxue's dream, his strength was no different from that of an ordinary person. Somewhat embarrassed, he shook his head, then rose to his feet.
"Why bother? A melon twisted off its vine by force isn't sweet. If you keep this up, everyone will part on bad terms in the end. I suggest you act like a decent person!"
Unconvinced, Qian Renxue smiled as she watched Ye Xingchen stop resisting. She came up to him and, with a casual sweep of her hand, gathered him into her arms.
Looking at the face that seemed carved from ice and sculpted from jade, he teased:
"A melon twisted off by force may not be sweet, but it quenches thirst! You're my nightmare, so I need to defeat you. You couldn't possibly watch me