"Jiang Linhou, are you trying to die?" Han Xichen roared at the young man as he scrambled to cover himself up.
Yue slapped her forehead. Nothing had happened between the two of them last night. At least nothing that Han Xichen thought, anyway.
They had finished their movie and fallen asleep, but they had eased out of their clothes for more comfort while momentarily forgetting where they were.
"Dad, can we talk?" She pleaded, holding Han Xichen's arm. She felt awkward talking to him like this but at least she looked modest enough in her nightgown.
Han Xichen frowned, glared at the young man, and pinched the space between his brows. "Fine. Don't you dare try to run away."
He walked out of the room, the door shutting gently behind him with a click.
Yue finally let out a breath but she was in panic. "That did not just happen. We are toast!" She screeched.
