Di Jinxuan blinked, "I think I'm fine now. Maybe my reaction earlier was just because I had a dream?"
"Huh?" Nangong Jin's eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "What kind of dream?"
"...A spring…dream." Di Jinxuan bit her lower lip in embarrassment. She really didn't want to say it out loud, but seeing how anxious Nangong Jin was, she had no choice but to confess.
"What?!" Nangong Jin almost jumped out of his seat.
Di Jinxuan's face flushed red, growing even more embarrassed. She found it utterly baffling. Seriously, why would she even have such a dream?
Hearing her response, Nangong Jin nearly collapsed in disbelief on the spot!
Damn it, you city folks really know how to live—this kind of thing is possible too?
Was it because he hadn't satisfied her, and that caused her to have such a dream?
Or... was this dream some kind of omen?
After all, Old Miao had mentioned something about that so-called "Yin Curse," claiming it to be terrifyingly potent and malevolent.
