Hearing the noise, I was startled and turned to look toward the doorway.
Lying in bed, I feigned grogginess and asked innocently, "What confidential documents? I've been in my room the whole time and don't know what you're talking about."
The bodyguards clearly didn't believe me. One of them reached out to drag me off the bed with a ferocious look.
I dodged backward, wrapping the silk quilt tightly around myself and shouted, "What do you think you're doing? Master Zhao might have locked me in here, but that doesn't mean you can just violate me. Touch me and see if Master Zhao doesn't chop your hands off."
The guy trying to grab me stopped in his tracks, hesitating and not daring to advance another step. We were at a stalemate.
It wasn't until the leader's phone rang that our standoff was broken.