After Jian Xin finished speaking, he felt something amiss. He looked up and met Jiang Beiyu's deathly glare.
"...What's wrong?"
Jiang Beiyu's face was expressionless, his voice emotionless, "Nothing much, just thinking you might want to get rid of your single status soon."
Upon hearing this, Jian Xin laughed, ignoring that the wound on his head hadn't completely stopped bleeding, his laughter unsettlingly sleazy.
"How did you know I dreamt of a beauty last night?"
This time, Jiang Beiyu wasn't expressionless. He looked at Jian Xin with an indescribable gaze, likely considering whether his friend's head needed to be treated first.
"Too bad I couldn't see her face clearly before she disappeared."
The emergency room doctor was dressing Jian Xin's wound and laughed at the comment, "Young man, finding a girlfriend is the real deal."
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right."
