Chen Yu and Sun Lei had a great time chatting.
For some reason, though, Chen Yu felt that Sun Lei was unusually talkative today. Things he had always kept tight-lipped about before were all spilling out now.
He even went through the famous big shots in the Dream Maker circle one by one, analyzing exactly who was a nobody, who was two nobodies, and who was nobody squared.
Whenever the conversation reached a particularly enjoyable point, his face would flush red, making Chen Yu wonder whether he had been drinking water as liquor.
They chatted until night fell before reluctantly stopping and looking in confusion at the Masked Painter's bed.
Drinking water, Chen Yu stared at the third bed and said, "Strange. Why isn't the Masked Painter back yet? I wanted to see whether he was Shen Lang."
"Exactly. I've always wanted to ask where he hired his art team. How can they draw such lewd stuff?"
"True." Flipping through the promotional artwork for Kitchen Battle, Chen Yu said regretfully, "Based on the information released so far, the lewd pics in this Dreamscape are really lewd, and the gameplay is excellent too. As they say, food and sex are human nature. Someone who can draw lewd pics can probably draw food pretty well too."
"Still, some parts show off their technique too much. They don't feel as natural as the female characters in your previous Dreamscapes. And I suspect this Masked Painter has never cultivated together with anyone. What he draws is full of Little Chu Nan's fantasies."
"And some parts are too repressed, with an unhealthy obsession with older women. It would be better after a bit more refinement."
"Who are you calling repressed?!"
The door was suddenly shoved open, and a masked man appeared in the doorway, forcefully