An Xiaxia: … Had she chosen the wrong words?
She hurried off in a flurry, and not knowing where she was going, she rushed into the bedroom.
By the time she realized what room she had entered and wanted to back out, Sheng Yize was leaning lazily on the doorframe. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why, you've stopped running."
An Xiaxia bit her lip and threw a pillow at him. "You bad man!"
"Bad?" Sheng Yize caught the pillow easily, then rubbed his chin. "Have I mentioned that the two of us are the only residents here?"
"So what?"
Such a little fool… Sheng Yize sighed inwardly as he approached, speaking in a frivolous tone. "So it means, whatever I do next, you can scream at the top of your lungs and no one will come to save you."
An Xiaxia bought it right away and stammered, "Wh- what are you doing…"
Sheng Yize snorted and pressed forward. An Xiaxia fell back, tripped on the edge of the bed, and dropped on it with a thump.
