Wait, those tender little hands are stroking my head... Isn't this the same feeling I had when I was asleep last time?
Song Shuhang instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
He abruptly raised his head and opened his eyes.
But there was nothing in front of him.
"?" Song Shuhang did not relax. Instead, he grew even more uneasy.
What's happening to me? Why do I keep feeling like there's a little hand stroking my head?
Have I been secretly cursed by someone?
As he pondered this, that feeling of a little hand stroking his head came again.
This time, the little hand grew more and more outrageous. It gripped his head and forcefully twisted it backward...
Song Shuhang was forced to turn around and look behind him.
Then he saw a girl in a black dress crouching in the void behind him, grabbing his head.
After he turned around, she changed the position of her hand and continued stroking his head. Every now and then, she even gave it a light tap, as if knocking on a watermelon.
It was Pavilion Master Chu Two.
Song Shuhang did not even need to see her face. As long as he saw that familiar black dress, the pearls hanging from it, and those delicate, adorable bare feet, he could guess the identity of the girl in black.
"Senior Chu, just call out to me when you arrive. Don't scare people like that." Song Shuhang smiled bitterly.
And she had twisted his head the moment she arrived, scaring his heart into missing half a beat.
Pavilion Master Chu Two continued stroking the top of Song Shuhang's head. "I was supposed to come find you yesterday... But yesterday, I got into a fight with some inexplicable fellow, and we fought for the entire day.