"Stop messing around..." Chen Xiaobei instinctively shouted in his sleep and immediately rolled over.
"He's really asleep?" Murong Xiaoyi's mouth fell open, her face a mask of disbelief. Anger flickered across her beautiful face, and she felt a surge of irritation.
Although she didn't like men, she was still a great beauty, after all. I've nearly stripped naked and am lying right next to you, but you're sleeping like a log! Can't you spare a thought for anyone else's feelings? Do I, Murong Xiaoyi, really have no charm at all?
Honestly, she was starting to question her own existence. She had the strongest urge to punch Chen Xiaobei awake and demand an explanation. But that was just talk. Chen Xiaobei was a demon king; who knew if he'd just force himself on her if he woke up?
