Han Jing looked at Lian Xichen with a strange expression for a while and asked, "Didn't you poke it?"
She could confirm that the face of the man she saw with Ting Luo in her dream was definitely Lian Xichen's face. Except... the demeanor was a bit different.
The man inside had a refined and otherworldly aura, with a certain ethereal quality, but Lian Xichen was a real, iron-blooded warrior.
Just like her Brother Qiao, he was a man with a stern and cold demeanor.
Completely different from the man in the dream, not the same style at all.
So...
Lian Xichen paused for a moment and replied, "I poked it."
If he hadn't poked it, he wouldn't even know what was up with these bubbles!
Han Jing's gaze became even more peculiar: "So you didn't see anyone?"
Lian Xichen...
"I saw her." He pointed to Ting Luo, who was asleep in the pool.
Han Jing...
Could it be that he didn't see the scene of the two of them together?
What the heck did he poke then!
