He subconsciously felt that the voice was familiar, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.
When exactly did I first hear this sound...?
It felt like a memory that had been sealed away deep within his consciousness for a long time, but upon closer examination, he couldn't make heads or tails of it.
Could it really be his imagination?
Jiang Cheng instinctively wanted to turn his head to see who was speaking and whether his judgment was wrong.
But the next moment, he suppressed his inner desire to explore and simply lay quietly on the table, motionless.
Not only were Gu Qingwan's previous reminders constantly repeating in his mind, but he also knew that in the dream world, he could not do anything that violated his original role and had to ensure the normal operation of the dream world.
Therefore, he absolutely cannot move.
Jiang Cheng, lying stiffly on the hard wooden board, felt, in a daze, as if he were a lifeless corpse...
dead body.
Although it was a bit strange to describe himself this way, it was the only thought in Jiang Cheng's mind.
At the same time, the hairpin maid locked the casters under the table to prevent the wooden table from moving any further, and respectfully bowed to the person diagonally opposite her: "Miss, dinner has been served."
"Um."
It was that familiar female voice.
Jiang Cheng caught a glimpse of a woman in a red dress approaching gracefully from the corner of his eye. Her steps were light and graceful, as if she were walking on clouds.
The woman's magnificent robe trailed on the floor, swaying like spider lilies blooming across the room. Beneath the slanted collar, her delicate collarbone was faintly visible. Jiang Cheng still couldn't make out the woman's features, only that the slightly sheen of her red and gold jacquard fabric and her snow-white skin reflected the light, making her appear to radiate a golden glow.
The hairpin maid saw the woman walking slowly towards her, then bent down even lower, bowed to the woman, and quickly left the room without looking back at Jiang Cheng lying on the table.
They seemed to have become accustomed to such scenes and didn't think it was a big deal at all.
The sound of the hairpin maid leaving the room and closing the door shut out all the noise outside, leaving only endless loneliness and silence.
But Jiang Cheng keenly noticed a third breath in the room, besides his and the woman in red.
"There are still people..."
Jiang Cheng controlled his stiff expression, but his mind was filled with endless thoughts.
Why did the hairpin maid only bow to the woman in red, completely ignoring the third person in the room?
Based on the person's breathing rate and lung capacity, Jiang Cheng guessed that the person was probably a woman.
Could it be that the third person in the room was just a personal maid of the woman in red?
She was of the same rank as the hairpin maid, so she didn't need to bow or say much.
But all of this can only be considered Jiang Cheng's conjecture.
After all, he can't see anything right now and can only piece together everything around him from this tiny bit of information.
At the same time, the slight swaying of the wooden chair drew Jiang Cheng's attention back to his side.
The woman in the red robe sat down next to him.
Jiang Cheng simultaneously felt a slightly intense gaze fixed on his face. The next second, the woman slowly turned her gaze away, leaning back comfortably and looking at Jiang Cheng lying on the table with complete relaxation. The woman with shallower breathing knelt obediently on the ground, her head bowed, her back hunched, sitting on her heels, facing the woman in the red robe with a very respectful posture.
And so, one person lay down, one person sat, and another knelt meekly on the cold ground.
Such a bizarre scene was making Jiang Cheng increasingly impatient. But there was nothing he could do but tense every muscle and nerve in his body, quietly waiting for the woman's next move.
"call……"
After an unknown amount of time, the woman in the red robe suddenly let out a soft sigh and said with a hint of a smile, "Heh... you survived again. You really are... lucky."
Her tone was full of teasing, even a hint of sarcasm.
But his words also conveyed a sense of relief that Jiangcheng had survived.
What exactly does she mean?
Jiang Cheng naturally made no reaction, remaining lying there peacefully, awaiting the woman's next "deal".
The more the woman spoke, the more incredibly familiar Jiang Cheng felt her voice was. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't place it...
The woman didn't seem to expect Jiang Cheng to react at all. She simply lifted her robe, revealing her snow-white thighs, and casually crossed her legs. In an instant, she pulled out one of her delicate white feet from her wooden clogs and placed it on the shoulder of the woman kneeling on the ground with her head down.
This thrilling scene caught Jiang Cheng's eye, but it didn't elicit any reaction from him.
The woman seemed a little bored, then yawned, leaned forward with her chin in her hand, and said, "I thought I would finally need to change my plate this time, but... you surprised me quite a bit."
As she spoke, she gently ran her fingertips across Jiang Cheng's abdomen.
Feeling the sharp nails pierce through the gaps in the food, making a barely perceptible contact with his skin, Jiang Cheng frowned uncomfortably. This movement also caused the food on his face to shift.
In order to prevent the collapse of the dream world, he quickly adjusted his emotions and calmed his body and mind.
Fortunately, the woman in the red robe didn't seem to notice his little actions. She just leaned forward more intimately, smiling as she tossed her long, seaweed-like black hair that fell over her shoulders: "But it doesn't matter. Whether the plates are changed or not... in the end, they're just containers. It's either you or him. Turning them over and over again is boring."
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