Li Qing rolled out of bed, clutching his groggy head.
Zi Ling, that fierce lady, really went for the kill just now. Her grip was so tight that he nearly passed out.
By the bedside, Zi Ling, who had neatly rearranged her bathrobe, was grinding her teeth with hate, looking like she was ready to tear Li Qing to pieces.
"You really don't make any sense," Li Qing complained with frustration. "I didn't mean to look just now. It was entirely your lack of awareness."
"But you stood up to look, bastard!" Zi Ling shouted indignantly.
"How can that be my fault? When I caught a glimpse from my seat, of course I wanted to see more!" Li Qing argued righteously.
"You scoundrel, you shameless hooligan!" Zi Ling hissed through clenched teeth.
