However, considering Mr. Wang's ability causes his clothes to explode, it seems understandable.

Sun Hang was just about to go to bed when his room door was knocked on once again.

This time, standing outside the door was Zhong Ling in a nightgown, holding a big pillow in her arms, her delicate little face buried in the pillow, her eyes shifting to the side, completely avoiding looking at Sun Hang, who opened the door for her.

"I'm sorry," Zhong Ling said softly.

"What?"

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"Just for what happened earlier?"

"... Yes," Zhong Ling's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

"When apologizing, you should look into the other person's eyes, right? It's the most basic courtesy, isn't it?" Seeing her like this, Sun Hang also felt a slight urge to tease her.

"Oh... oh..." Zhong Ling awkwardly lifted her head, looked into Sun Hang's eyes, and said with difficulty, "I'm... sor... ry."

After speaking, her face instantly turned crimson.

"Alright, I forgive you," Sun Hang graciously waved his hand.

But just as Zhong Ling was about to turn and leave, he called out to her, asking, "But I'm a bit curious, why did you send the eerie skeleton to eavesdrop on my conversation with Yang Qi? If there's something you want to know, couldn't you just ask us directly?"

"I... I thought you and she... were that kind of relationship." Zhong Ling's voice grew even smaller.

"What kind of relationship?"

"Just... that kind..."

"Oh, I think I understand what you mean." Sun Hang leaned against the door frame, smiling, "So you wanted to eavesdrop on that kind of thing, huh~"

"No, it's just that I..." Zhong Ling was startled; she quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Just curious?"

"... Yes." Zhong Ling glanced sideways at the rooms of Yang Qi and Candle Dragon, asking in a very low voice, "Can I come in?"

"Is there something else?" Sun Hang wondered.

Zhong Ling nodded.

...

Five minutes later.

Leaning against the cabinet, Sun Hang rubbed his temples speechlessly, looking at the girl who had practically buried her head in the pillow, he sighed deeply.

Although Zhong Ling's explanation was quite chaotic, Sun Hang still understood her meaning—she seldom dreams, and in the rare dreams she does have, they usually only feature herself along with puppet-like eerie skeletons, with the very few exceptions of her mother when she was alive.

For her, dreams are her only opportunity to see her mother, so she cherishes each one greatly.

But just some time ago, he had somehow barged into her dream without warning, doing all sorts of indescribable things to her... And what made her feel the most ashamed was that she not only did not resist at all, but also seemed to enjoy it.

"Based on the timeline, when Zhong Ling had this dream, I had just finished absorbing the Oleander memetics... Damn, could it be that the kind of wish-fulfilling abilities activated, and then forcefully inserted my fantasies into their dreams?" Sun Hang's mind was rushing with a thousand stampeding grass horses... If he remembers correctly, Zhong Ling was not the only woman he fantasized about during that period.

Wang Xiyi, Yang Qi, Yang Lian, Ye Xuan... even Song Yarong and 'Bao Si', women he didn't interact much with...

If these fantasies also appeared in their dreams at the same time...

Game over, socially dead.

I'd better escape this planet overnight...

No, no, no... Wait...

It's just a dream, they probably won't associate it with something strange. Take Yang Qi for instance, she didn't act any differently upon seeing me, and didn't even mention anything about dreams...

As long as I pretend not to know, there shouldn't be a big problem.

It's just that Zhong Ling is thin-skinned, plus she holds dreams in high regard, that's why she's behaving so outlandishly...

"Uh, what do you mean, do you want me to be responsible?" Sun Hang glanced at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, "But you know, it's just a dream."

The other person didn't respond; she just buried her head deeper into the pillow.

"To be fair, you look rather cute when you're shy, much more interesting than your usual expressionless self." Seeing that she wasn't responding, Sun Hang simply decided to fan the flames—the moment he finished that sentence, the tips of Zhong Ling's ears peeking out from her black hair turned beet red.

Her ear tips had very thin skin, the fine blood vessels beneath faintly visible—a translucent, jade-like texture with the flush of blood gave it the appearance of a finely crafted piece of bloodstone.

"So what do you plan to do?"

"... I don't know."

"Missy, this is your own dream, not mine," Sun Hang squatted down, "You can't accuse me of harassment, can you?"

Sun Hang suddenly felt a strange chill; he looked up and found the eerie skeleton labeled 001 standing on the balcony, staring at him sternly.

Even though the skeleton's murky pupils didn't have a focal point, Sun Hang could distinctly feel the sharpness of those blade-like eyes, slicing into him bit by bit.

"Crap," Sun Hang muttered to himself, "Not good to flirt with the girl halfway, and her real mother jumps out."

"Uh, Zhong Ling," Sun Hang cautiously pointed towards the balcony, "Has your eerie skeleton gone a bit wonky?"

"... She wants to kill you," Zhong Ling said bluntly.

"Why?" Sun Hang asked indignantly, "What crime have I committed?"

"She thinks you're bullying me."

"I... I... I feel more wronged than Dou E," Sun Hang said, "Coincidentally, it's currently the right time and temperature for snow in June."

Zhong Ling said nothing, but Sun Hang noticed that the eerie skeleton seemed to take two steps back, its gaze no longer as aggressive.

"Why don't I walk you back to your room?" Sun Hang suggested.

"If I have that kind of dream again..."

Sun Hang instinctively wanted to say "you won't," but on second thought, if he denied it so firmly, wouldn't it indicate to her that the indescribable dream was directly related to him? After a moment's contemplation, he opted for a more nuanced response: "It probably won't happen again... You dream about what you think about; even if you dream again tonight, it should be a dream about fire fighting, right?"

"But I've been thinking about that dream all day... that dream about you."

"..."

Sun Hang realized he overlooked a problem.

Compared to Wang Xiyi, Yang Qi, and the other psychologically mature women, Zhong Ling apparently has some psychological issues; losing her mother early and lacking paternal love has certainly impacted her personality, coupled with her mother's transformation into her father's eerie device—this served as the last straw of a billion tons breaking the camel's back for young Zhong Ling... After experiencing all of that, due to human self-preservation mechanisms, she naturally closed off her heart, becoming a cool and aloof girl of few words.

However, for such a three-no girl, the impact brought by this dream was devastating; it tore open her self-deceptive self-preservation brutally and dragged out her scarred personality with a resounding slap.

This was supposed to be a good thing, yet unfortunately, Sun Hang became the "wall-breaker"... in such a children-unfriendly manner...

This is truly a headache.

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