The moment they stepped out of the room, a ghostly face lunged at them, making their hearts skip a beat.
By the time the two of them escaped the mansion, they were drenched in a cold sweat.
"Holy shit, you scared me to death!" Ziyou patted his chest, panting heavily.
"Are you awake now?" his handsome roommate asked, turning to Ziyou.
Ziyou nodded miserably. "I am now."
After leaving the village, they got into a taxi to go home.
The handsome roommate asked Shen Zhiyao, "Streamer, what did Chen Muzhe's mother mean with her last words? Don't tell me Chen Muzhe is still going to pester Little Feng?"
Ziyou, his face pale as a sheet, said, "Streamer, please help me. Help me get rid of Chen Muzhe. I really don't want to dream about her ever again."
Shen Zhiyao's expression grew a bit grave. "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
"What do you mean? Is she going to come back?" Ziyou asked frantically.
