San Niang opened her eyes.
Indeed, at some point when the two were no longer forehead to forehead, Zhao Changhe's head had instinctively burrowed downwards, nestling into her embrace...
A question once arose, what is something that feels incredibly good when sucked but is harmless and non-addictive?
Zhao Changhe was sucking on that very thing, smacking his lips with eyes closed.
A flash of Evil Qi appeared in San Niang's eyes, and she stretched out her slender hand to deliver a resounding "slap."
The Yin God in her Soul Sea mirrored the action, syncing inside and out, slapping the little white mist figure head over heels.
Dazed by the slap, the little figure lost sight of the big sister in the dream; San Niang.
Zhao Changhe was also startled awake to find the real San Niang frowning at him in anger, "Taste good?"
Carefully, Zhao Changhe rolled to the side, only to bump into the corpse of an octopus, bounce back, and end up right back on top of San Niang.
San Niang: "..."
