Han Xin pulled the quilt over his head in exasperation. Despite his explanations, his cousin's expression still seemed to say, "I don't believe you." Forget it, he thought. He would explain himself with his actions. Sure, he might have dreamt about Peng Xiu but it was because she was circling him like a vulture and she pissed him off more often than anyone else. So of course, he would dream about her. It was a matter-of-fact that people you deal with on a daily basis can influence your mind so it was normal that he would dream about her.
AN: Yes, but sir, you never have dreams, so…
The medicine worked quickly, and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep like usual. His sleep was excellent and when he woke up early morning for training he was in a very good mood. Unfortunately, this good mood didn't last long.
