The person from the Tang Sect who was leading the way left, and Du Xiaoxiao slipped into Zhang Xiaomeng's bedroom.
"Who's there? I'm sleeping," said Zhang Xiaomeng, who was lying in bed. Even with his eyes closed, he could sense who was behind him.
Du Xiaoxiao whispered, "Xiaomeng, it's me."
"Who are you? Do I know you?" Zhang Xiaomeng responded.
This made Du Xiaoxiao angry.
"Damn you, Zhang Xiaomeng, you heartless man. You can't even recognize my voice anymore."
Saying this, Du Xiaoxiao pounced onto Zhang Xiaomeng's bed, claws bared.
Zhang Xiaomeng turned over and grabbed her delicate hand, his lips curving slightly, "Some people come sneaking into my room when it gets dark."
Upon hearing this, Du Xiaoxiao got even angrier. "Heartless man, you're asking for a beating."
"As the school tyrant, today I shall properly discipline you."
Zhang Xiaomeng let out a sly laugh, pinning Du Xiaoxiao beneath him, "Let's see who ends up disciplining whom today."
