Chi Huan pressed the quilt down for a while, but the man made no movement.
Feeling it was dull and totally uninteresting, she withdrew her hand.
A few seconds passed, and he still hadn't thrown the quilt off.
Seeing him play dead, Chi Huan said, "Hey."
The man still gave no response.
She wished she could just kick him twice, but it was a shame he was lying on the bed and it wasn't convenient to do so.
She pursed her lips, looking at the motionless man, "You're not really dead, are you?"
Still no movement.
She snorted coldly, "Someone like you causing trouble, better off dead."
No response.
A weird thought popped into Chi Huan's head: If she really smothered this man to death—
Well, with the male lead dead, the female lead serving a life sentence, that would be quite the plot twist.