Bored

Leng Yaozhu watched him put on that act, her lips trembling even harder. She wanted to retort, only to realize she had no grounds to do so. What Zhong Shenxiu said was true. He had indeed carried her onto the bed, and he had indeed been doing a good deed. If she kept scolding him, she would only make herself look unreasonable and ungrateful.

But she was really furious.

Her finger was still pointed at Zhong Shenxiu's nose, but her momentum had clearly weakened. Her lips quivered several times before she finally withdrew her hand sharply, clenched it into a fist, and punched the bedsheet.

"You... just wait!"

She ground out the words through clenched teeth, then abruptly threw back the covers and jumped out of bed. She moved too quickly and staggered the moment she found her footing, nearly falling. Zhong Shenxiu instinctively reached out to steady her, his hand landing on her arm.

As if she had been burned, Leng Yaozhu violently flung his hand away and retreated two steps.

"Don't touch me!"

There was a shrill panic in her voice, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Zhong Shenxiu withdrew his hand, a trace of amusement flashing through his pale golden vertical pupils. Yet he said nothing. He merely stood, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Sunlight flooded into the room, bathing it in brilliant light.

Leng Yaozhu narrowed her eyes, adjusting to the change in brightness. She stood by the bed, her long red hair hanging messily over her shoulders and her black uniform rumpled, making her look somewhat disheveled. Yet the stubbornness and sharpness in her eyes still gave her the aura of someone in authority.

Zhong Shenxiu turned around. Sunlight fell across the side of his face, making his