Crossover: I Share Five Senses with the World's Top Daughters

Fu Xuan: "—There's something this good!!!"

Jiang Lianqiu: "Huh?"

Fu Xuan's expression changed, and she hurriedly covered her mouth.

Qingque's sleep-talking continued. "Little Xuan... Don't say Boss Qing doesn't value old ties. From now on... you can order Little Qiu around however you want. Make her serve you meals, baths, sleep... Mmm... and have her be your human cushion every day..."

Fu Xuan's face grew redder and redder.

Jiang Lianqiu's gaze toward her had already turned unfriendly. "I don't think Qingque would make things up for no reason. So, A Fu, could this be something you inadvertently revealed to her before—your own thoughts?"

"It's not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Xuan was so startled that she even forgot to refer to herself as "this one."

To stop Qingque from saying anything further and revealing even more explosive details, Fu Xuan no longer hesitated. She stepped forward.

She reached out and precisely pinched Qingque's ear.

"Wake up."

No response.

"Qingque."

Her fingers tightened and twisted twenty degrees.

"Aow—!!!"

Qingque shot up from her dream, springing off the couch as if she had been electrocuted. She still clutched the pillow tightly in her arms, her hair a complete mess, like a bird's nest. A glistening thread of drool hung from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes hovered somewhere between "Where am I? Who am I?" and "The sky is falling."

"Who?! Who—who ambushed me?! I'm the General! This boss is the General—" she yelled incoherently, one hand covering her ear. She looked like a hamster that had been awakened by a firecracker.

"Guards! The General has been assassinated! Seal off the scene—"

Before she could finish, she saw Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan stood before her, pink hair and golden hairpin immaculate, her robes perfectly neat without a single wrinkle.