Late-Night Talk of a Slacker

Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Five

Same bed, different dreams.

The phrase suddenly popped into Li Wenchuan's mind, making him shudder all over. He shook out his half-dry hair and took out some hair oil for the final touch.

He thought he must have watched too many strange videos lately, which was why his mind kept producing strange things. Not only had he watched videos on Little Broken Site, but he had also come across plenty of tragic romance pairings featuring Jiang Hansheng and Ultraman. The whole thing was bizarre, yet he had somehow watched it to the end.

There were quite a few videos about himself too, many of them involving Jin Yue. But those were all rather old. After all, anyone with eyes could tell that his relationship with Jin Yue had been bad for a long time. Posting such things now would practically be entrapment.

Now that he had come across strange novels again, he could not help wondering whether people in the Qing Dynasty had secretly written fanfiction about powerful noble families as well. Otherwise, where had all those unofficial histories in later generations come from? It was reasonable to suspect that storytellers had cast aside all dignity to make a living.

He had used Jiang Hansheng's body wash. As expected, Jiang Hansheng had brought the brand he usually used. Its lingering fragrance was genuinely good: a faint soapberry scent that gradually turned into lily-of-the-valley after a while, making it excellent for sleep. Now that both of them had used it, the scent in the room had undoubtedly become stronger.

It was already late. Li Wenchuan felt around and switched on the bedside lamp, then turned off the main light.

Under the warm yellow light, certain senses seemed even more heightened than they had been beneath the brighter