They also conveniently arrived in another Sakuragi's barrier.
"Sss... sss..."
"Oh, Sakuragi... love you the most..."
"President..."
On the other side of the door, strange sounds, like those in idol dramas, could be heard.
Clearly, the voices were of himself and Sakuragi's, but Yan Huan found it physically uncomfortable.
Because...
It was just too cringeworthy.
That is, Sakuragi's voice was deliberately pitched high, while his own voice was deliberately lowered to create that resonant bass...
Upon hearing this, Yan Huan perked up his ears and turned his head.
He then saw, in front of him, an equally dim bedroom.
But compared to the Dream Sakuragi's bedroom, this one was significantly smaller, probably only about ten square meters.
In the not-so-spacious area, the floor was littered with trash bags and instant noodle bowls.
The walls around were entirely covered with various Yan Huan merch.
But seemingly, they were the second-dimensional versions.
