Qin Shu felt a sudden weight around her on the verge of sleep, dispelling the veil of dreams as it beckoned her.
Even if she did not open her eyes, she knew it was Fu Tingyu who had wrapped her in a hug.
His abrupt action made it hard for her to breathe. She felt suffocated.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and came face to face with Fu Tingyu, who was mere inches away from her. It startled her. "What are you doing?"
The answer came to her no sooner than the time it took her to ask him the question. What else could he have been doing? Fu Tingyu was a scoundrel, through and through. He was obviously up to some mischief again.
Fu Tingyu pinned her against the bed and stared at her with his onyx eyes. He looked aggrieved. "Do you hate me?"
