Shen Ningning froze for just a moment, then suddenly covered her face and shrieked.
The scream startled Mo Lingwei awake. He shot up into a sitting position, pulling her into his arms. His gaze swept around with extreme vigilance, a cold killing intent flaring in his narrowed eyes.
'He thought it was an assassin.'
But to his surprise, the room was empty. And the Shen Ningning in his arms took that very opportunity to punch him.
"Who told you to hold me!" Her face flushed crimson with mortification, her big, watery black eyes simmering with petulant anger.
Mo Lingwei came to his senses and looked down at his own palms.
"I was holding you?" he asked, his expression a mask of innocent confusion.
"Still playing dumb!" Shen Ningning crossed her arms, fuming. "It's not like I could have rolled into your arms by myself, could I?"
Mo Lingwei raised a long brow. "Perhaps you did. You're a restless sleeper. You kick off the covers and roll all over the place."
