Han Zhijin, who had been sitting casually, suddenly straightened up, "What?"
"Simply put, you were drugged last night, and the drug you took has certain hallucinogenic effects, which can make you have some fantasies, most of which are things you want to do but dare not."
"Damn! My hunch was right?!" Han Zhijin irritably ruffled his hair, and then his whole body seemed to have frozen, motionless.
Having hallucinations... Last night, he seemed to have dreamed about Song Youman... Song Youman not wearing clothes... And him...
Uh...
The next second, Han Zhijin stared at Xie Lin with gloomy eyes: "Hallucinations? Did they really happen, or did I imagine them?"
"That's hard to say, it could be real, or it could be your own imagination."
Han Zhijin gave a muffled "oh".
"Is there anything else? If not, I need to go see your uncle."
Han Zhijin immediately looked up: "My uncle? What happened to my uncle?"
