Without taking off his clothes, he just grabbed the quilt and slept.
His swift movements seemed to worry that if he was slow, he'd be kicked out...
"Chad Yakov, this is my room." Victoria Gibson quickly caught the cup and spoke instinctively.
"..." Chad Yakov kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.
"Your room is next door." Victoria Gibson murmured again, unsure if he was really asleep.
Who speaks one second and falls asleep the next?
He's totally playing the rogue!
"Chad Yakov..." Victoria Gibson wanted to say something more, but suddenly an arm grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the bed.
The empty glass in her hand fell on the ground, and she was sprawled on a strong chest!
Chad Yakov turned over, changing their position to put her underneath.
Her nose was filled with his domineering breath...
Victoria Gibson became tense, trying to push him away. Her hand had just reached his chest when his previous words rang in her ears again.
