Rong Ye, seeing the genuine murderous glint in her eyes, abandoned the Mysterious Sleepwalker act instantly and switched to the Pathetically Pitiful Lover. He scrambled back, his eyes widening, a whimper escaping his lips.
"Lan Lan! Please, it is not my fault!" He pleaded, his voice cracking with well-rehearsed emotion. He didn't try to dodge her blow; instead, he dramatically presented his own chest, exposed and vulnerable.
"Maybe… maybe I have been starved so long that my body acted out my deepest desires in my dream! My mind knows the rules, Lan Lan, but my beast… he has been hungry for you!"
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a breathy, intimate whisper, his eyes large and swimming with unshed tears. "Lan Lan, I was dreaming about you… dreaming of finally having you to myself, of holding you and marking you, and never in so many years did I think I would do this… in reality…"
