His mischievous hand was stilled. The mood was romantic, the bed warm and cozy, but the topic of conversation was a complete turn-off.
Lan Ying gave her a mournful look. "An'an, can we please not talk about other men right now?"
"Hurry up and tell me," Yu An urged, toying with his scales. "Lan Yin hasn't appeared at all since that time we used Instant Teleportation to the Mist Forest. Did something happen to him?"
"What could happen to him?"
Lan Ying coughed lightly. "It's just... well..."
Yu An patted his palm. "Out with it. Stop stalling."
"He just... overused his Talent Ability, so he can't wake up for now..."
Yu An asked doubtfully, "He still hasn't recovered after so long?"
"No," Lan Ying's voice grew quiet. "We share a body, so... I can use his Talent Ability, too."
Yu An paused, and her mind flashed to the few people who had suddenly disappeared from among the hundred. A suspicion began to form.
