When he woke from a night's sleep, it was already the next morning.
Sunlight cast a warm halo across the brocade quilt, carrying the clear freshness and faint chill unique to morning. Outside the window, birds hopped and chirped among the bamboo groves, their calls crisp and pleasant, making the morning seem especially tranquil.
Shen Yuxi was awakened by a wave of cold. He groggily opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was a chilly patch over his stomach—the quilt had somehow been thrown mostly aside. He instinctively looked down, and in the next instant, he was struck as if by lightning, waking completely.
The quilt had been flung to one side, loosely piled over on Ye Xi's side, wrapping the little fellow up tightly and leaving only a fluffy little head exposed.
Meanwhile, on his own side, he was stark naked, his clothes and trousers stripped away, exposing his well-defined chest and flat abdomen.
What made his scalp prickle even more was that Song Zhiyi stood beside the bed with a sharp little knife in hand. Its blade gleamed coldly as it pointed straight at him. From the look of it, the knife would come down the very next second.
"Holy shit—!"
Every last trace of sleep fled from Shen Yuxi. His heart nearly leaped out of his throat.
"Murder!"
"This is barefaced murder!"
He lay rigid on the couch, his mind exploding like countless fireworks as innumerable thoughts flashed through it. Why does Junior Brother Eleven want to kill me? What did I do to wrong him? Is it because I held him while sleeping last night, and he got so embarrassed and angry that he wants to kill me to silence me?
*Fine, fine, I deserve this. I shouldn't have gotten handsy while someone was