My Costar wants me to sleep well
Didn't Xin Hulei mention that the Fragrant Peony was a brothel?
How did Yao Shen meet him there?
He wants to crawl back into bed and forget any of this is happening.
"I'm just an actor," Yao Shen says, his eyes shifting pleadingly between all the three perfect faces looking down at him.
Instead of sympathy he gets condescension.
The slender, barefooted man shakes his head with a forlorn sigh, his long crane-like neck catching the light. "You've always been the less ambitious of us."
The woman glares at him. "Who cares about your stupid human life?"
Yao Shen does, it's the only life he has.
Surprisingly, it's the serious man with the sculpted jade features that says something in his defense. "It's not his fault, we made him drink Meng Po's soup each time he reincarnated. He doesn't remember anything."
The woman sighs, and crosses her arms, holding the pipe parallel to her forearm. "It's still annoying."