Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Recalling her rough sleeping posture on the train, Yan Huan felt a pang of sadness.

While the Yimeng Sleep Aid Drink can indeed induce sleep, it's still too low-end.

Furthermore, if you want to interact with your family members in your dreams, a proper dream passport is naturally indispensable.

"Come on, let me experience true five-star service!"

Yan Huan put the wine glass back on the bar and walked straight toward the stairs leading to the guest rooms.

The identity information he used to register his passport was forged by Black Tower.

The latter was incredibly fast, completing Yan Huan's registration in almost two seconds with remarkable impatience.

Yan Huan successfully passed the review at the hotel front desk and applied for the room and dream passport.

Now, he is a true, legitimate dreamer.

Welcome, dear guest!

At the top of the stairs, two female waitresses bowed respectfully to Yan Huan.

"Ah."

Yan Huan stood with her hands behind her back, nodded slightly, and exuded an air of superiority.

...That's really great.

Yan Huan sighed inwardly.

Is this what life is like for the upper class?

Even the stairs were covered with a beautiful red carpet, which felt soft and comfortable to step on.

Upon arriving at her own room, Yan Huan did not go in immediately, but instead turned her gaze to the room opposite hers.

Eavesdropping is an essential form of entertainment.

"..."

Room 302 across the street was very quiet, as if the occupant had already fallen asleep.

Seeing that there was no movement in room 302, Yan Huan then crouched down at the door of room 301 on the left. Fortunately, the occupant of this room was still awake.

"Damn it, damn it... Why won't she accept my advances?"

A man's agitated voice came from inside the room.

"So what if that guy is rich? I've been pursuing her for so long, and although I didn't spend much money, I did spend time! Why won't she date me?"

"What a materialistic woman!"

He appears to be on the phone with someone.

Yan Huan leaned against the doorway, listening intently to the gossip.

……

"Hilarious! I'm already at Pinocchio!"

"You'd never guess! I sold my old family house a long time ago and used the money to book a nice room here!"

"My parents? Please... I don't believe my uncle can just sit idly by. Doesn't he pride himself on being a gentleman? Can he really just stand by and watch two old folks end up on the streets?"

"Okay, stop bothering me! I've already booked the room, how can I possibly cancel it?!"

"It's over! I'm going to use my memories to recreate a goddess who truly belongs to me in my dreams!"

At this point, the phone in the room was disconnected.

Yan Huan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

...This young man is a bit shrewd.

Still feeling a bit unsatisfied, Yan Huan went to the door of room 303, where the occupant was also awake.

At first, music started playing from inside.

It seems to be "Keep a Heart Free from Sorrow," which was played on the train on March 7th.

If I remember correctly, this song was sung by that robin...

"It sounds pretty good."

Yan Huan went to the doors of rooms 304 and 305, but there was almost no sound; they were all fast asleep.

When they arrived at room 306, they were surprised to hear two people talking inside.

……

"Oh, can't you just squeeze it a little?"

"No, why don't you use the dream pool in your own room?"

"I want to be with you!"

"No way! This Dream Pool isn't that big, what if something happens if two people lie in it?"

"No way~ Family stuff is always safe, what are we two grown men afraid of?"

"You still know you're a grown man? You're only wearing two white stockings, they're practically piercing my back!"

"Hehe, isn't this all for the thrill?"

"I'm warning you, the Dream Manual says that your initial appearance is the same as what you're wearing when you enter the dream. Don't get caught by the Hound family!"

"...If you don't appreciate it, when will you ever understand my heart? Humph!"

Yan Huan leaned against the doorway, her brows furrowed:

"Sambo would definitely like this. It would be great if we could get his contact information."

After passing through several rooms, Yan Huan's voyeuristic desires were finally fully satisfied.

Just as he was composing himself and preparing to go back to his room to sleep, he discovered... a woman was actually lying in front of his door?

"...?"

The woman was wearing a slightly revealing white-purple robe, with long purple hair draped over her shoulders. She was currently prostrate, looking extremely serious.

"..."

Good heavens, they're actually in the same industry?

Yan Huan didn't claim to be a gentleman. Since they were colleagues, shouldn't they be more tolerant and understanding?

So he decided to wait for her to leave.

There was no sound in the room. Would she stay in a few more seconds?

……

Three seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Half a minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

"..."

Yan Huan stood in the corridor about fifty meters away from her door, leaning against the wall, silently watching the purple-haired woman.

At this moment, the latter was still lying prostrate at Yan Huan's door, intently listening with his ear pressed against the door.

"..."

It seems she's not only a colleague, but also a bit slow-witted.

Yan Huan tiptoed and carefully moved towards her.

Due to her extremely high level of agility, Yan Huan moved without making a sound or even letting out a breeze, and easily arrived behind the purple-haired woman.

"..."

Seeing that she still didn't move, Yan Huan suddenly thought of a possibility.

This guy……

Could it be that it's asleep or dead?

Thinking of this, Yan Huan reached out her hand to greet her.

At the same time, the woman who was crawling on the ground also raised her hand and calmly scratched her head.

"..."

He's not dead yet!

Although Yan Huan herself had encountered a room without sound, it was mostly because the room owner was already asleep, so she simply skipped it.

But this woman is something else. She won't leave without making a sound, does she? She just wants to wait for everyone to wake up from their dream?

"Are you sick?" Yan Huan asked gently.

Chapter 629 Were We Wrong?

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you!"

Feeling increasingly impatient, Yan Huan finally decided to interrupt her spying friend.

Even though we're in the same industry, I still have to go into the room, okay?

"Hmm?" The purple-haired woman tilted her head, glanced at Yan Huan, and asked in confusion:

"Is there something you need...?"

"fine."

"Oh."

Huang Quan nodded slightly, then continued in the eavesdropping position, pressing his ear tightly against the door again.

"..."