The boy's voice was like a hook, catching Ji Qiutang's heart straight on, causing it to start pounding inexplicably. In the clear pupils reflecting the youth, she smiled proudly, smugly. Her usual cold indifference now had a childlike pride added to it, and the teasing and cunning in her brow and eyes were visible, even under the half-gold mask.
"Did you dream about me…"
The words lingered in Ji Qiutang's mind, his clear eyes slightly narrowed, the gentle and elegant smile on his face unchanged. Following Bi Xia's words, Ji Qiutang said, "Yes, how did you know? These days I've been dreaming about you every night, it's driving me crazy."
Bi Xia raised an eyebrow slightly, clicking his tongue lightly, "Please don't. You should go dream about someone else. I wouldn't dare let you dream about me, otherwise, I'd have a lot to worry about."
"Oh?" Ji Qiutang turned his body, "It seems like you know about my dreams?"
