Amid that high-decibel scream of panic and fear, the entire hotel seemed to shake once again.
Bei Yiyi stared at the man lying naked next to her, his back to her, her face filled with shock as she lifted the blanket again and looked down at herself, equally bare...
"Ah—!" Bei Yiyi screamed again in panic.
How could this be?!
This must be a dream, it must be!!
Bei Yiyi slapped her face, trying to wake herself up.
However, the man beside her still lay motionless in bed. This was definitely not a dream!!
"Ah—"
"Ahh—"
"Ahhh—"
The deep sleeper Wu Yao was finally roused by the continuous, overlapping screams.
His drowsy handsome brows furrowed bit by bit, clearly annoyed at being woken up.
"Who are you?! Why are you lying in my bed?! What did you do to me?!"
Bei Yiyi, fueled by her agitation, picked up the pillow and began hitting the man next to her. Seeing no reaction, she grew frightened, thinking there was a dead man in her bed.
She let out several more screams.
