Night fell again.
Lu Ming had learned his lesson this time. He did not even return to his own room. After showering, he wrapped himself in a towel and swaggered straight into Wen Ning's room.
Wen Ning was leaning against the headboard, looking at his phone. When he looked up, his visitor had already stripped down to his boxers, the hair on his pale legs especially conspicuous under the light.
"Can't you go back to your own room?"
Wen Ning put his phone facedown.
"You're making this really awkward, dressed like that."
Lu Ming tossed his pillow onto the bed, plopped down, and patted his belly without a care.
"What's there to worry about? We're both straight. I'm not scared. Are you?"
Wen Ning opened his mouth, then decided that saying anything more would amount to distrusting his buddy. He rolled his eyes instead.
"Fine, lie down. And move those hairy legs away a little. They're a bit curly—I don't want any misunderstandings."
Lu Ming chuckled and sprawled out, even patting the empty spot beside him.
"Come on, make yourself at home."
Wen Ning ignored him, turned off the light, and closed his eyes.
"Ready?"
Lu Ming took a deep breath.
"Ready."
Wen Ning activated the Wandering Spirit and Commanding Qi Divine Ability. Their souls rose from their bodies and flew toward the hospital.
This time, the scene in Lin Dagang's dream had changed.
There was no courtyard, no clothesline, no village at dusk.
In their place were cold white lights and rows of gray office partitions. The smell of instant noodles mingled with cheap coffee in the air.
They were in the office area of a commercial building. It was probably nine or ten at night. More than half the desks were empty, with only a few lights stubbornly