Liang Xin'an instantly felt his scalp tingle, reflexively raising his hand to pull the crossbow arrow trigger, when suddenly, a sharp pain struck his cheek, and he slowly came to his senses.
He was stunned.
Because Jing Rou stood before him, her face full of fury.
"Liang Xin'an, what the hell are you doing, shooting your hand crossbow in your sleep? Are you trying to kill me?"
Then came a torrent of profanities.
Despite being cursed thoroughly, Liang Xin'an wasn't angry but rather relieved.
Because this was exactly the Senior Brother Jing he remembered!
Even so, Liang Xin'an asked cautiously, "Senior Brother Jing, what's my nickname?"
"Nickname your XX, you don't have a damn nickname!" Jing Rou retorted furiously.
Liang Xin'an finally breathed a complete sigh of relief.
He could confirm without a doubt that this was indeed Senior Brother Jing.
Because, if it were in his dream, no matter what, such foul language wouldn't be possible.
