Han Che, who was sleeping soundly, was disturbed by her. He suddenly opened his sharp golden eyes and stared at her with an unhappy face: "You are looking for death. How dare you disturb my rest?"
Yue Yaer's neck shrank, feeling a little scared. She pointed at the bed and said aggrievedly: "You slept in my bed."
"So what?" Han Che glared at her, becoming even more unhappy because it was her death-defying rhythm that woke him up.
