บท 21: 021 Psychological Counseling

Last night, Jiang Xuan had a dream.

In the dream, he fell into a dim and humid cave, enveloped in soft and fluffy silvery-white.

He opened his eyes to meet a pair of irrationally beautiful pupils.

Reflecting the moonlight at the top of the cave, amber and azure colors shone against each other.

The small animal repressed its wildness, emitting a faint whine from its throat.

Unsure of what it wanted from him,

it rubbed its soft body against him, its massive fox tail coiling around him, making him unbearably restless.

"Why are you suddenly like this?"

"Have you finally recognized me?"

He asked in a low voice, but it did not answer.

The tiny sharp teeth gleamed white.

Later, he realized.

It wanted to suck his...

life force.

Jiang Xuan was tormented by this bizarre dream all night, waking up just as dawn faintly broke.

A distinct layer of pale blue was evident beneath his eyelids.

He looked terribly drained.

Something was wrong, this dream was really damn odd.