I had been staring into the teddy bear's eyes. In my previous dream, I'd possessed a teddy bear, so I knew very well that these bears could think. I had no idea how intelligent they were, but they were at least about as smart as ten-year-old children.
Clearly, the teddy bear was no fool.
Its sharp teeth scraped against my skin, but it didn't hurt me. I could even feel the soft stuffing inside its body.
In terms of construction, it was still mostly a stuffed toy. It had extra ears and hands, and a mouthful of teeth, but none of that changed its essential nature.
After spitting out my hand, the teddy bear quietly stared at me.
Suddenly, I wasn't sure what to do.
Should I try talking to it? It should be able to understand me and know a lot about Huixiang, but I couldn't hear its thoughts.
I doubted Lü Qiaolan could communicate with the teddy bear telepathically, either.
As I pondered this, I heard a gasp.
My heart tightened. I whipped around, and the teddy bear turned its head too, swiftly lunging toward the space beneath the bed on the other side.
A flash of inspiration struck me. I reached out and caught the teddy bear in midair. Then I stood on the bed and looked down. Half a body was lying on the floor, pressed up against the bed.
"Meng Hua..." I said the ghost's name.
Meng Hua was trembling all over, tears and snot streaming down his face.
He had covered his mouth, but the sound he'd made had still given him away.
In truth, even if he hadn't made a sound, I could still sense the ghostly chill around him. I'd just been too absorbed in thinking about the teddy bear, and I