"Junior Brother, Junior Brother... it's time to drink vine juice."
Ai Miaomiao's voice was gentle as she approached Zhao Xing with a jug filled with muddy liquid.
Zhao Xing looked up, a look of horror on his face, only to see Ai Miaomiao's cheeks split open, with flesh buds condensing into flowers, twitching with the muscles as if smiling at him.
"No, I don't want to drink it, Senior Sister, I won't drink!" Zhao Xing resisted with all his might.
"Won't drink? It's not up to you!" Wei Lan popped out of nowhere, with blue vines growing from his chest, binding Zhao Xing.
"Junior Sister, quickly feed Junior Brother the vine juice!"
"No—"
Zhao Xing opened his eyes, screaming as he awoke from the nightmare.
Looking around, there was no one there, where was Ai Miaomiao?
"So it was a dream."
Zhao Xing exhaled a breath of relief, but when he saw several toppled vine jugs on the ground, his gaze froze.
"Drinking vine juice until I start having nightmares."
