Endless Dream

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his old friend in such a state, the old Daoist could not help letting out a long sigh.

His old friend possessed extraordinary talent, advancing through cultivation far faster than others. How high-spirited had he been throughout his life?

Yet in the end, he was trapped by love?

"What else could it be? I dreamed of her again."

Xiao Xiaole wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking somewhat dazed. For a moment, he could not even tell whether his surroundings were real or part of a dream.

"I told you to drink less. Your mind is unsettled right now. If you drink too much, you'll easily dream once you fall asleep. Dreaming of her is just tormenting yourself, isn't it?"

With a sigh, the old Daoist walked over to Xiao Xiaole, gently patted his back, and handed him a towel.

"Wipe off your sweat."

"Alright."

Xiao Xiaole wiped the cold sweat from his face, then suddenly caught a faint, familiar fragrance from the towel.

He looked down and found that the towel had turned into a red mandarin-duck camisole.

Xiao Xiaole was startled. Just as he was about to ask his old friend where he had gotten such a thing—

He realized that the person beside him was not his old friend at all.

That familiar smiling face—wasn't it Fang Meiyun?

"A Le, isn't this your favorite? If this still isn't enough, how about I use this treasure of mine to wipe your face?"

The smile on Fang Meiyun's face twisted as she lifted her skirt, about to use a pair of underwear carrying the scent of the sea to wipe Xiao Xiaole's face.

"Get lost!"

Xiao Xiaole instinctively hurled a divine ability at her, but in the next second, his body jolted and he abruptly