Still gazing into the distance, Luo Ji uttered a phrase that others had used to evaluate Shi Qiang: “Da Shi, you’re a devil.” Shi Qiang sat down on the sofa, exhausted. “There’s nothing supernatural about it. We’re both men.” Luo Ji turned to him. “But every man’s dream lover is quite different!” “Dream lovers are basically the same for men of a certain type.”
