When Du Wei returned to the hotel suite and pushed open the door, that very moment.
He saw Tom sitting on the sofa, looking melancholic and smoking, the ashtray on the floor filled with cigarette butts.
Sigh...
Tom exhaled a puff of smoke, "Buddy, I feel like I'm screwed."
Du Wei froze, "What do you mean?"
Tom said sorrowfully, "You might not believe it, but I had an insanely crazy dream, and you were in it too."
Du Wei spoke with an odd tone, "Really..."
Tom took a hard drag on his cigarette and cursed, "I dreamt that this hotel turned into the Red Light District, with rooms above my head everywhere, available for a quick session at any time, and lots of women willing to sleep with me without paying."
"The main thing is, the women in my dream were goddamn cultists from the Veda Sect."
"Now, just thinking about the dream I had makes me want to vomit, having thoughts about cultists... do I have some serious psychological issue?"