She looked like a helpless little kitten, curling up her body because she was afraid.
The violent knocking on the door did not wake the woman. She crinkled her delicate eyebrows resistively, thinking she was having a nightmare, and subconsciously hugged her shoulders tightly.
To the man, this action was highly irritating.
She was even afraid of him in her sleep?!
Mo Nanjue stumbled to the bedside and propped himself up with one hand. The sudden increase in weight made the soft bed dip down, and Tong Ran turned over, opening her eyes to meet a pair of blood-red pupils.
"How are you…" Tong Ran thought she was still half asleep, rubbed her eyes with her hand, but realized that it was not her imagination.
"Does seeing me make you this uncomfortable?" Mo Nanjue leaned on the bed's edge, his thin lips curling coldly upon hearing her words. He reached out and grabbed her pointed chin, "Tong Ran, you'd better make it clear whose bed you're in!"
