Jiao woke to the slamming of the front door and loud shouts. She recognized Sheng's voice as he stomped around, in the grips of a hissy fit, bellowing for her like a madman. While she'd usually not reply and would wait for him to find her, she kind of had a big problem. A really, really big problem, and it was naked in her bed with an arm slung around her waist.
Oh no ? oh yay ? Chris fell asleep with her. But how to make sure Sheng didn't find her mate? And kill him? Somehow she doubted her talk of 'I think we need a fake divorce' would go over well with the reason so blatantly sprawled in her bed.
Although, Sheng didn't need to know who slept under her covers if she headed him off. Sliding out from under Chris's arm, she held her finger to her lips when he opened his eyes. They opened even wider as Sheng's ranting got closer.