In the dim lounge, Xu Wang curled the blanket around himself and stirred.
"Mm..." Xu Wang struggled to free both hands from the blanket and spread them flat on the bed.
Ten minutes later, Xu Wang's tightly shut eyes finally opened a crack.
A dozen or so minutes later, Xu Wang stared blankly with his eyes half-open.
Twenty minutes later, Xu Wang finally struggled upright in bed, then continued staring blankly.
Half an hour passed before Xu Wang slowly turned his head from side to side to survey his surroundings. Only then did he finally notice something was wrong.
This was the blanket from home, but this room didn't look like a room at home. Where had he ended up? Had he transmigrated into another novel?
Pei Yanchuan's lounge had a standard black-and-gray color scheme. The curtains were tightly drawn, allowing only a faint glimpse of the light outside, which made it look a little scary.
Holy crap, had someone carted him off, bed and all?
The more Xu Wang thought about it, the more certain he became that this had to be the truth. After all, if someone unfamiliar dared touch him while he was asleep, he would definitely beat them black and blue. Only taking the whole bed would keep him from noticing.
But that big bed at home couldn't be that easy to move, could it? That wasn't realistic. Xu Wang scratched his head and quietly got out of bed.
Xu Wang had just taken a quick walk around the lounge when he suddenly heard the handle turn on the opaque frosted-glass door.
The handle clicked, followed by soft footsteps.
Hearing the footsteps, Xu Wang gripped a black ornament on the nearby table with both hands.
The ornament happened to be shaped like a little person, making