When Lu Qingyi woke up, she felt a hand around her waist. With a start, she opened her eyes wide and jabbed her elbow backwards hard.
"Hiss."
A muffled groan came from behind.
Lu Qingyi sat up, staring at Xu Boyan, who was holding his face. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Was it...deserved or...deserved?
"Hey, kid, trying to murder your own husband?"
Xu Boyan also sat up, his lips curling up in a soft smile as he spoke.
The kiddo sure didn't hold back.
"When did you arrive?"
Lu Qingyi glanced at Xu Boyan. There was surprise, yes, but more than that, it was a shock.
Imagine, you're alone in a hotel room, you fall asleep because you're tired, and when you wake up, suddenly there's a hand around your waist. Wouldn't anyone's first reaction be fear?
And the first instinct would be to throw a punch at the owner of that hand, right?
No wonder Lu Qingyi reacted so fiercely.
