Deep into the night, Mo Yan, lying in bed, was sleeping peacefully when suddenly she felt something as light as a feather brushing against her face. Half-asleep, she thought it was an annoying mosquito and waved her hand over her face, her beautiful brows slightly furrowing, clearly bothered by the "harassment".
A soft chuckle sounded like thunder in her ears, instantly chasing away all of Mo Yan's sleepiness. She jerked her eyes open and sat up abruptly, only to hit her forehead against something hard, seeing stars and nearly biting her tongue.
"Ouch—" Xiao Ruiyuan inhaled sharply, rubbing the dizzy spot on his head, a bitter smile on his face: "Yanyan, are you attempting to murder your husband?"
He had looked at his sweetly sleeping fiancée and couldn't resist kissing her cheek. He hadn't expected such a hard blow in return—it was too quick a retaliation.