In the hazy dream, Meng Qingzhou vaguely saw a peerless beauty, aloof and independent, suddenly shedding her celestial aura and falling into the mortal world. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her breathtaking face gently in his chest.

He faintly heard a shy voice, "You look much better without the blindfold, you stinky salted fish."

Meng Qingzhou woke up abruptly, inhaling a familiar, intoxicating fragrance.

This is... Dongfang Liuli!?