"Hahaha... what a scoundrel!" He chuckled playfully, casually sprawling down and suddenly leaning close to my neck, taking a deep breath. He sighed greedily and deeply, "God, this is agony!"
I warily shifted to the other side, "Don't move around over there, or I'll turn you into an ice sculpture!" With a wave of my hand, an ice dagger materialized in my grasp, "See, I am completely capable of killing you!"
"Relax, I also want to sleep for a while. But you really have turned into a villain! If I truly wanted to do something to you, you wouldn't be waking up from a nightmare and arguing with me, but rather, you'd be lost in my exceptional bed skills, unable to extricate yourself!"
Yes, he could indeed be considered a "gentleman," but his behavior lacked any gentlemanly demeanor, especially those wolf-like eyes that kept glancing at my neck. I truly wished I could gouge them out and chop them into pieces.
