Ji Jue opened his eyes.
Then he realized... he was suffocating!
In the reflection of the mirror by the bed, his face was already turning blue and purple, as if he was being strangled by a giant python, completely unable to breathe, and had no idea how long he'd been deprived of oxygen.
Then, he felt the arm wrapped around his neck, merely an unconscious contraction in sleep, like a guillotine.
It wasn't just the neck, even his waist had a rear naked choke fully formed from behind him...
Struggling with all his might, he managed to loosen that arm just a little.
Ji Jue gasped violently, and with a frightened look back, he saw Wen Wen's sleeping face still peaceful and calm, oh so sweet.
In stark contrast was her twisted sleeping posture, the pillow kicked to the floor, and a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. Just a slight turn, and Ji Jue's neck felt like it would snap.
—This woman, her sleeping posture is frightfully terrible!
