If she didn’t do something, she was going to be strangled to death.
Bei Yutang reached out for the hand that was pinching her neck. With a loud ‘snap,’ she struck the arm firmly. Seeing no reaction from the hand’s owner, she slapped it several more times, each time with full force.
Feng Chi withdrew his hand, his cold eyes fixed on her.
Instead of moving his hand to her neck, he placed it on her waist, holding her tightly to his chest.
Bei Yutang struggled for a moment, but seeing she couldn’t move him at all, she gave up the futile effort.
Staying in his arms, Bei Yutang’s entire body tensed, afraid to move.
She had thought that she would fall asleep only after he left, but she had no idea when she fell asleep, let alone when Feng Chi left.
When she woke up again, the bedside was empty.
She reached out to touch her side, and surprisingly, there was still warmth.
Feng Chi slept here all night?!
Bei Yutang was a little surprised.
At night, Feng Chi appeared again. This time, he immediately threw back the blanket and lay down, his familiarity making it seem like this bed was his.
Bei Yutang couldn’t kick him off the bed, so she could only silently give him half of the bed.
She had given him half of the bed, but his bad habit of holding her in his arms while sleeping left Bei Yutang speechless.
She couldn’t push him away, so she let him hold her.
Bei Yutang didn’t dare sleep, fearing that this perverted tyrant would suddenly go crazy and strangle her.
The next day, when Bei Yutang awoke from bed, she instinctively reached for her side, where warmth still lingered.
However, what shocked Bei Yutang was her own vigilance.
She had fallen asleep in his arms again, unknowingly, and had no idea when he had left.
The first time might have been an accident, but what about the second?
Could it be that he had some kind of soul-soothing incense on him?
But on second thought, that wasn’t entirely possible; his scent didn’t have the effect of putting someone to sleep.
Bei Yutang got out of bed.
The maid, who attended to her, upon seeing her fully dressed, opened her eyes and said hurriedly, “Beauty, your wounds haven’t healed yet. You can’t get out of bed yet.”
Bei Yutang waved her hand dismissively, “It’s okay. Going outside for a walk will heal faster.”
Her physical injuries were healing quickly; while not completely healed, they were almost healed. The only thing was the deep wound on her arm, which would require some time to heal.
Seeing her persistence, the maid said no more.
Bei Yutang left the room.
The beauties in the courtyard, who had been chatting animatedly, fell silent upon seeing her.
“Bei Yutang.”
Someone greeted her, and the others followed suit.
Bei Yutang sensed their discomfort and was about to leave when she heard a beauty say, “Sister Bei, your injury hasn’t healed yet. Please sit down.”
Bei Yutang had no choice but to sit down. She asked with a smile, “What were you talking about just now? Why were you talking so passionately?”
“We were talking about the King.”
Bei Yutang asked suspiciously, “What’s wrong with the King?”
One of the beauties smiled and said, “The King hasn’t summoned any of the beauties to serve him recently.”
This was undoubtedly a great thing for them.
Being summoned meant a death warrant.
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