I couldn't help it.

She turned around and nudged him. "Feng Jue, wake up."

"..."

"Feng Jue?"

The man was sleeping soundly.

Rong Shang called him several times but received no response.

She was a little annoyed.

He immediately reached out and slapped his face.

*Smack*

No response.

*Slap slap*

"..."

Clap clap clap.

"Wind Lord!!"

She grabbed his ear and leaned in close.

Rong Chang mischievously shouted something in his ear.

With just one sentence, the man, who was having a sweet dream, frowned.

It must have heard her, because its long eyelashes twitched.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

His sleepy eyes revealed a hint of absentmindedness.

Rong Shang and he exchanged a glance.

One hand was propped up on the bed sheet.

She prepared to get up.

But suddenly the hand on her waist tightened.

Rong Shang was pressed down again, and ended up lying on top of him.

The distance is so close.

They were so close they could hear each other breathing.

Then, the man moved his head slightly.

It was slowly approaching her.

The ambiguous atmosphere around them intensified.

However, at this critical moment...

Snap!

Another slap, not too hard, across his face.

Feng Jue was stunned for a moment.

Rong Shang had already broken free from his embrace and escaped.

"Sleeping for so long, are you a pig?"

I slept for thirteen or fourteen hours while being held in someone's arms.

Rong Shang is now burning with anger but has nowhere to vent it.

Feng Jue was watching her back at that moment.

It's as if you can still feel the raging anger burning within her.

He paused for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

"Is this how Miss Sheng is?"

"Do you have to snap at people the moment you wake up?"

"Morning grumpiness?" He thought for a moment and found a slightly more fitting explanation.

But then the woman turned around.

She grabbed a pillow from the side and threw it at his face.

The view in front of me was blocked.

Feng Jue heard her say, "Young Master, can you tell me what time it is?"

I slept until noon.

You still dare to say it's her fault for throwing a tantrum?

I'm convinced.

Getting up, Rong Shang straightened her slightly wrinkled clothes as she walked to the bathroom.

Feng Jue had just taken the pillow off his face when he heard the footsteps gradually fading away.

Then I saw her walk back from the front with a sour face.

Do you have any unused towels and toothbrushes?

Never let her use his.

Otherwise, she would have wanted to strangle him.

Fortunately, Fengjue said there were new towels and toothbrushes under the shelf in the bathroom.

Rong Chang's expression softened, and she walked back.

later.

After she finished washing up and came out of the bathroom.

The man was already dressed and standing in front of the French windows, having drawn the curtains.

As soon as she walked past, he immediately turned around and looked back.

But what she met was her icy gaze.

"Feng Jue, I have done as you said."

He reached out, his tone cold, "Give me back the ring."

And Grandma Sheng, she'll be taking her back later.

I don't know when.

The woman became increasingly indifferent to him.

Even a fake smile.

He rarely saw it on her face either.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

Feng Jue stared at her for a few seconds.

Then he walked over from the front.

When he came up to her, he suddenly took her hand.

Rong Chang raised an eyebrow.

She looked at him with a mocking smile.

"how?"

"Sheng Chang'an, do you really hate me?"

That's true.

The wolf clan and the Sheng family were sworn enemies from the start.

Feng Jue had something on his mind, and his expression became serious.

"If I said..."

"Didn't you choose this yourself?"

funny.

Rong Shang flung his hand away.

When did she start to dislike him?

Wasn't it her who kept flirting with me before?

He was ungrateful and pushed her away time and time again.

It's not her fault.