With someone like Su Ling, a strong woman, as an opponent, any minute now she could send Nie Mingfeng, a Prince-class dumb fool, packing.
Just a word like "delicious" sends him off, and it seems he won't be back for two hours. Su Ling was already running a slight fever and used up quite a bit of energy after getting up.
With a sigh, she felt extraordinarily exhausted...
So, after Nie Mingfeng left, she curled up under the blankets and fell asleep again. She had no idea how long she slept; her face just felt tingly and itchy...
At first, she waved her hand to brush it away, but the more she brushed, the itchier it became.
Finally, Su Ling abruptly opened her eyes, and upon seeing the enlarged face right before her, she was so startled she bounced off the bed: "You... middle of the night, trying to scare people to death?"
"Middle of the night?"
