The room gradually fell silent again after I threatened to throw Yan Mo outside if he continued talking.
For once, he actually stopped speaking.
He simply remained seated on the floor beside the bed, looking up at me calmly while the blanket rested half across his lap from where he had fallen earlier. The sight should not have looked amusing, especially with his usual cold and composed expression, but somehow the contrast only made the situation even more ridiculous.
Honestly, I still could not believe this man had walked into my room, stolen my bed without permission, and then acted as though I was the unreasonable one.
The longer I looked at him, the more unbelievable the entire thing felt.
Meanwhile, Yan Mo showed no embarrassment at all.
Not even a little.
After a few moments, he slowly adjusted the blanket and leaned back lightly against the side of the bed, completely calm despite having just been kicked onto the floor by me.
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.
