"Ah!"
Gao Yang shot up from the bed, instinctively clutching his chest. It was unharmed, his heart still beating.
So, it was just a dream.
But... this dream was far too real! Never had Gao Yang experienced a dream so vivid, so full of detail, where even the pain felt disturbingly lifelike, and it was an absolute nightmare.
Cold sweat drenched his body, his undershirt soaked. He calmed himself for a moment, about to get out of bed when a chill crept down his spine.
In his peripheral vision, a figure appeared—there was someone in the room!
The moonlight streamed through the delicate curtains, casting a beam at a perfect 45-degree angle, illuminating a corner of the room like a spotlight on a lone actor on stage.
In that light, there was a woman and a chair.
She wore a form-fitting red cheongsam, her silver hair gleaming elegantly in the moonlight. She lounged seductively in the chair—a chair Gao Yang usually used at his computer, though the gas lift was broken, leaving it too low.
Her graceful, voluptuous figure, with alabaster legs crossed seductively, sat in such an unassuming chair, creating an alluring contrast.
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"Madam?" Gao Yang recognized her at once.
"My name is Liu Qingying. If you're comfortable with it, you may call me Sister Liu," the woman smiled.
"Sister Liu, this is... what’s going on?" Gao Yang kept his expression calm, though his hands tightened, ready to unleash his talent—[Flame].
"Relax, I mean no harm."
Gao Yang remained silent.
"Everything you just experienced was a dream," Liu Qingying's voice was languid and soft, but it lacked the shrillness or coquettish tone of a vixen.
"And as for now," Liu Qingying's eyes twinkled, "you're still dreaming."
Gao Yang was startled—he hadn't expected it. A dream within a dream, and so incredibly real.
Liu Qingying’s enchanting eyes held Gao Yang captive. "I could switch to another setting if you’d prefer, but I thought you'd feel more comfortable in a place you know."
"This will do." Gao Yang wasn't in a hurry to ask her intentions; to rush would make him seem too impatient. He changed the subject, "You have dual talents?"
"Talent [Sweet Dream], Sequence No. 50, Rune Type: Mental," Liu Qingying answered candidly. "Of course, it only works when the target is asleep."
This Liu Qingying was no ordinary woman!
Gao Yang carefully considered his words. "How do you... activate Sweet Dream? I mean, how can you enter my dream?"
"You're not very polite," Liu Qingying teased with a sly smile. "How can you ask someone to reveal their secrets?"
"True." Gao Yang deliberately avoided her gaze, knowing it might affect his ability to think. Even in a dream, she seemed capable of using her [Charm] talent.
"However," she continued, "since I’ve come to ask for your help, I’ll show my sincerity by telling you. You can take a guess first."
Gao Yang quickly ran through his thoughts. Was it through eye contact? Impossible... If that were the case, it would be far too powerful, and the sequence number wouldn’t be as low as 50.
Before long, he had the answer: "Plum soup?"
"Sharp as ever. I knew I wasn’t wrong about you," Liu Qingying nodded with admiration. "I need a medium to connect to my target's dreams."