The next second, Xia Yuxun, sitting at the edge of the bed, fell backward onto the bed with a thud. Her body bounced slightly on the soft mattress, and she was still holding a big lump of sleep mask she had just scooped out, not yet applied to her face...
"Leng! Si! Chen! I remember warning you not to flip me over like that..."
"You wanted me to take the call?" Leng Sichen loomed over her, a tumult in his eyes.
"Was it wrong for me to ask you to take the call?"
"Don't you know that woman has ulterior motives with me?"
"So?"
And so there was no "so"... Leng Sichen, without another word, pressed down over her with eyes blazing, causing Xia Yuxun to reflexively slap his face, resulting in a smacking sound.
Feeling something sticky on his face, Leng Sichen frowned, "What's that on your hand..."
"Sleep mask..." said Xia Yuxun, a master of ruining the mood.
"..."
After a long silence,
