The sensation of being smacked in the face with a pillow is simply too exquisitely irritating.
Xun Rangchu, who had been seething with pent-up anger, finally exploded. He quickly scrambled up, grabbed the comforter, and wrapped Zhu Qingjia in it in two swift movements, leaving only her face exposed.
"You crazy dog, have you lost your mind?"
Gazing at the woman rolled up like a human burrito, Xun Rangchu's dark eyes deepened as he threatened, "You're going to pay if you've ruined my face, got it?"
"Pfft, as if your thick skin could be damaged," Zhu Qingjia scoffed.
Xun Rangchu only looked gentle; in reality, ten Zhu Qingjias combined wouldn't match up to him when he got tough.
He hooked his finger under Zhu Qingjia's chin, and with a teasing smile, he said, "Right, because my skin is thick enough! Your bestie is just outside, and if she comes in, it won't be my face that's losing dignity."
