Jiang Cheng's hand froze in mid-air, his expression gradually stiffening. As he slowly raised his eyes, the muscles in his face seemed to twitch subtly. His heart felt as if it had been mercilessly gripped by a large hand, the intense shock transforming into a sharp pain within his heart.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he turned to look around. His sharply defined profile was filled with astonishment, and the persistent, intense pain in his forehead reminded Jiang Cheng that everything was terrifyingly real.
But at the same time, he was also very clear that all of this was fake, just shadows existing in the dream world.
That makes it even more terrifying...
In the end, Jiang Cheng turned his gaze back to the woman beside him.
Her skin was as white and tender as jade, her figure exquisitely graceful, and her appearance stunningly beautiful—she was exactly the Zhao Xuerou he remembered. The only difference was that… Jiang Cheng couldn't quite put his finger on it. He could only describe his feelings as “different.”
Her brocade-like black hair cascaded down the bedsheets, with a few strands seemingly alive, gently entwining Jiang Cheng's fingers and arms, like captivating little hands gently tickling his heart.
Even though Zhao Xuerou remained asleep and never opened her eyes, the alluring charm in her eyes and the hint of affection in her upturned lips still revealed a certain allure.
She's truly a natural beauty...
But Jiang Cheng didn't care about any of that.
He was trying to focus on "why he was here," but the intense pain in his head made it impossible for him to concentrate. Jiang Cheng could only pinch the sides of his nose in discomfort and massage the acupoints on his forehead with his other hand, half-anxiously.
He hadn't felt such intense pain in a long time.
The room was extremely dark, all the furniture was submerged in the inky night, except for a few metal parts that emitted a faint glow.
Jiang Cheng sat motionless on the bed. Not only was he physically uncomfortable, but he also didn't want to wake the woman beside him for the time being.
It wasn't that he wasn't prepared to face Zhao Xuerou; it's just that he needed some time to process everything.
The amount of information he is currently holding in his mind is like a small hole suddenly being punched in a flood control dam, and a huge flood rushing into the dried-up reservoir, almost overwhelming him.
If Jiang Cheng hadn't been able to handle the amount of information, such a volume of information would have been enough to destroy his ability to think.
Thinking of this, he turned around and rummaged around under the bed and pillow, the rustling sounds sounding somewhat abrupt in the quiet room.
"Hmm..."
Just as Jiang Cheng was searching for something, Zhao Xuerou suddenly turned over, her fingertips brushing against Jiang Cheng's thigh.
His heart tightened, and he was about to step back a little to avoid any overly intimate contact with her, but Zhao Xuerou simply changed her position and slept more soundly.
"call……"
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath.
No matter what, he already has a girlfriend, so it's not appropriate.
At the same time, his fingers suddenly touched a hard, shiny little square box. He picked up the familiar object without thinking.
Sure enough, it was the phone he was looking for.
When Jiang Cheng turned on the screen and saw "03:22" displayed on it, he fell into deep thought again.
Is this... this dream world?
First of all, Jiang Cheng was absolutely certain that everything presented to him was fake. No matter how much of an impact it had on him, or how shockingly real it felt, it was all fake in the end.
Because the dream world is just a reflection of the main world, no matter what happened or why he ended up lying on the same bed with Zhao Xuerou in such an intimate position, he wouldn't care, nor could he care.
He must adapt to this somewhat bizarre world while protecting himself.
After confirming everything in his mind once again, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes slightly. When he opened them again, a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.
He tiptoed out of bed.
The cold, hard touch of his bare feet on the floor made him even more alert.
He had already memorized the layout of the room while surveying it, so Jiang Cheng walked straight to the door. He grasped the doorknob and gently pressed down, and the door opened with a click.
Fortunately, the unassuming solid wood door wasn't heavy and didn't make any harsh noise when it opened, so Jiang Cheng easily made his way to the living room without waking Zhao Xuerou.
Stepping outside, Jiang Cheng looked around at the utterly unfamiliar house, or rather, the place he called "home," as he slowly walked forward. Being barefoot, he could easily sense the condition of the ground. The slippery feel suggested that the floor had just been mopped.
But it's so late at night, why get up to mop the floor all of a sudden?
He remained doubtful but continued walking forward.
The living room is simply furnished, with the only slightly cluttered decoration being the few decorative lights on the ceiling. The main color scheme of the living room is gray, with both the cabinets and walls in a somber tone. However, the sofa is an incongruous beige, serving as the only bright spot in the room. A gray and white wool rug extends from the sofa to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the far end, creating a private passageway for stretching out in the morning.
Jiang Cheng stood quietly in the face of all this unfamiliarity.
At the same time, he suddenly felt a sour taste in his throat and a foul smell of alcohol.
So... the headache was caused by alcohol?
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