When Feng Yi woke up in the morning, he thought he was still dreaming.
It took him a while before his facial expression turned to bewilderment.
This doesn't seem like a dream...
He stretched his forearm to his mouth and bit down lightly with his sharp fangs.
"Ow!"
Feng Yi immediately sat up.
He wasn't dreaming!
So why was everything around him wet?!
If there hadn't been an odd smell, he would have seriously suspected that he'd wet the bed!
No, that's not right, even wetting the bed wouldn't leave the whole bed drenched.
He pressed his palm against the pillow and, seeing the wet imprint on his hand, Feng Yi became even more puzzled.
Did someone sprinkle water on him while he was asleep?
Everywhere he looked in the room, there were damp patches, with beads of water covering the surface of the wardrobe.
Feng Yi stood up to take a closer look; as his foot came down, his cloth slippers, soaked as if they had been in water, squelched out a small pool of liquid.
