It was a dream.
As Xu Qingxiao grew drowsy,
the Nightmare Demon slipped into his dream.
Xu Qingxiao's dream was very strange.
It was a beach, with many women whose clothing was so bold and revealing that even the Nightmare Demon was utterly dumbfounded.
He often liked to pose as a peerless beauty to extract the information he needed from other people's dreams.
But even when he played a seductive beauty, he maintained some modesty. In Chen Xinghe's dream, for instance, he had at least worn sheer gauze.
Yet the women here dressed in a way that disgraced all decency. They might as well have been wearing nothing.
Simply filthy.
Some women were even running along the beach, actually laughing. They truly knew no shame.
Wait, this is a dream.
People's dreams came in all sorts of bizarre forms. He had never expected Xu Qingxiao, a scholar, to have such a dream.
It truly disgraced the scholarly tradition.
But then again, what the hell does it have to do with me?
Many thoughts ran through the Nightmare Demon's mind, but he soon cast them aside. He kept searching for his target and, sure enough, found Xu Qingxiao in one spot.
As the saying went, what occupied the mind by day became dreams by night.
Xu Qingxiao's first reaction to the scene before him was astonishment.
How could a proper scholar like me have a dream with so much fair skin?
This is a disgrace to scholarly dignity.
An evil spirit must be responsible. How utterly ridiculous.
Doesn't he know that I, Xu Qingxiao, read the Spring and Autumn Annals?
Amid the trees, Xu Qingxiao guarded his heart and held firm. Just then, a figure slowly approached him.
It was a man around his age, with very delicate features. Handsome was