Liang Anya was sleeping sweetly, like she was hugging a ball of cotton candy, when a thunderclap suddenly burst through her dreams, jolting her awake. Her eyes flew open to find the devil himself sitting up, glaring at her angrily.
"Alright, alright. I'm here," she wiped the drool from her mouth and stood up, still groggy. "What do you need? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Water," Si Yuheng said coldly, "Next time I have to repeat myself, you're going back to the basement."
Liang Anya broke out in a cold sweat, scrambling off the couch to pour a cup of warm water from the dispenser and handed it to him.
Si Yuheng took the glass of boiled water and gulped it down, leaving not a drop. Liang Anya took back the cup, intending to return to the couch, but her hand was suddenly gripped and she was swept back like a gust of wind!
Caught off guard, she found herself sitting on the European-style bed, eyes wide: "Do you want more water?"
