The girl clearly exhausted from today's battle, was sleeping soundly.
Chu Qing chuckled, just about to withdraw from the Celestial Sound Transmission when he heard Wu Qianhuan's voice in his ear:
"Don't... stop it... we're not married yet... Oh, it tickles, you naughty!, you're terrible!"
"..."
Chu Qing blinked:
"Is she talking in her sleep?"
"Hahahaha."
A sudden burst of laughter hit Chu Qing's ears as Wu Qianhuan said with utter arrogance:
"I've tied you up; now let's see if you dare cause any more trouble."
"?"
Chu Qing felt a weird sensation, suspecting that he was somehow peeking into Wu Qianhuan's dream.
It gave him a guilty feeling of invading someone else's privacy.
But the words piqued his curiosity nonetheless...
"So, she tied me to a chair? But the question is, how could a mere chair hold me down? Hmm... never mind, it's a dream, who needs logic.
"She thinks it can work, so it does."
Finding it amusing, he then heard Wu Qianhuan suddenly laugh wickedly:
