Gao Huating hummed lightly:
"That's right, I've been having dreams lately, where I can fly around in them. I don't know what's going on, and... didn't I mention that I have a neighbor? Lately, I seem to occasionally see some glowing little things floating around in his house..."
The agent sister chuckled, "Your neighbor is quite handsome, isn't he?"
"Uh, if you're talking about handsome..."
Gao Huating's mind conjured up the face of Wang Zheng.
A bit delicate, a bit composed, his facial features weren't rugged, nor did they match Gao Huating's ideal type of a tough guy, yet he was indeed handsome, and he had an indescribable charisma.
"Indeed, he is."
"That's normal, you're going to be twenty-five soon, Huating."
The agent sister muttered:
"At your age, I had already dated three or four boyfriends, and you haven't had one. This is just a bit of hormone secretion inducing pubescent fantasies.
"Your puberty is just a bit too long."