Chapter 18: Want to See If You're Still Breathing_1

A familiar handsome face hovered above her, etched with disdain and disgust. Her height was just over five feet, her weight not even ninety pounds, which made her as easy for a basketball player to lift with both hands as it would be for an ordinary person to pick up a chicken.

"Lan..."

Yan Zao looked up at Lan Mu with a face full of terror, her mouth open about to say something when Lan Mu tossed her aside onto the other side of the bed like she was garbage.

Her petite body even bounced on the bed, proving the mattress's good resilience.

Immediately after, Lan Mu bent down, sat, turned off the dim night light, lay back, pulled up the blanket, and closed his eyes.

All as if Yan Zao didn't exist.

Yan Zao had been sleeping soundly, but after being tossed around like that, she couldn't muster a hint of sleepiness, and in the pitch-black room, all she could make out were the contours of objects and... the man's facial outline.