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After sleeping naked for so long, any woman who suddenly discovered an unclothed man in her bed would react like Monet: furious, humiliated, and ready to kill.
"Ye Chen, you... Why are you in my bed?"
Monet's eyes widened with rage, and her teeth ground together. Fire seemed to flare in her golden irises. Yet while she was nearly beside herself, Ye Chen merely shifted into a more comfortable position, sprawled across the bed, and watched her with interest. He looked perfectly calm—no, utterly unruffled.
When she noticed he wasn't looking her in the eye, Monet followed his gaze downward. She clenched her teeth. "You pervert! I'll kill you!"
In her anger, she had forgotten she was still completely naked. Her shapely body was on full display before Ye Chen.
And Ye Chen was openly admiring the way her chest rose and fell with fury.
With an indignant cry, Monet reached for a towel, but Ye Chen acted first.
"Remote Object Manipulation!"
With a light pull of his fingers, the snow-white towel tore apart, its pieces fluttering to the floor like snowflakes.
Monet bent to grab her clothes, but Ye Chen snatched them first.
"Tsk, tsk... Shorts this tiny? What difference does wearing them make?"
Ye Chen felt the shorts in his hand, then tightened his grip. His sharp fingers ripped them down the middle in an instant.
"You... Shameless..."
The towel was shredded, and Ye Chen had ruined her clothes. Monet glared at him with murder in her eyes, but he didn't care. He even whistled smugly.
With no other choice, Monet wrapped herself in the bedding. Ye