Huo Yuhao was utterly exhausted. The moment the dream ended, he returned to his own body and fell into a deep sleep.
He had consumed so much mental power that he was almost completely drained. After all, a full hundred and twenty days without sleep or rest would have been unbearable for anyone.
Xiao Wu, however, was in much better shape than Huo Yuhao.
After all, no field was ever ruined by plowing-only the ox was worked to death. Besides, Xiao Wu's soul strength was god-level.
Her god-level soul strength was naturally far greater than Huo Yuhao's. Although Xiao Wu still had not recovered, she was mostly savoring the experience.
The dream had been far too real.
It felt as though it had actually happened.
Moreover, all her times with Tang San over the past twenty years combined had not matched this one occasion. That left Xiao Wu deeply shocked.
She had never imagined that a random dream would have her doing it for an entire lifetime-and with another man at that.
Even though it had been a dream, she was still deeply moved after waking!
Mostly, she kept feeling that she had seen the figure in her dream somewhere before, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember.
Moreover, in the dream, that figure had kept telling her not to have any more intimate contact with Tang San.
She felt that would be wrong. After all, Tang San was her husband.
Yet, for some inexplicable reason, she wanted to obey the man in her dream. After all, he had said that if she did not obey, he would never be able to visit her dreams again.
Xiao Wu could not accept that.
So Brother San would simply have to suffer a little.
Anyway, all Brother San