"Ugh, this sucks!" Ivy Shen had been cheerful at first, but as soon as she got back to her room, she started feeling off. So she flopped straight onto the bed to rest.
She did the math—her period was almost here. Every time, for the three days before her "moon letter" arrived, she turned into a limp noodle: zero energy, zero motivation, just wanted to lie flat and rot. Even her qinggong felt like too much effort. She thought, if someone tried to sell her off during these three days, she probably wouldn’t even care!
Just as Ivy was finally getting a little comfortable—creak! The door suddenly swung open. She didn’t even need to guess who barged in.
Seeing someone sprawled sideways on the bed, Adrian Night instantly felt annoyed. But since the guy was already asleep, he decided to let it slide. After all, it’d been a long, exhausting day—better to just crash early!
With that thought, Adrian walked right up to the bed, sat down, lifted the quilt, and in the next second—he lay down too.
"Uh—" The blanket covering her suddenly got yanked away. Ivy rolled over, only to see Adrian climbing into bed. Instantly annoyed, she snapped, "Nighty-boy, can’t you see this bed is tiny? Look, you get up here and I have nowhere to sleep! Off you go!"
Adrian just turned his back to her and ignored her, face toward the door. That look, that move—it was basically saying, "I can’t be bothered with you!"
Seeing this, Ivy was super ticked off, plus her belly was starting to ache. So she angrily stuck out her leg and kicked Adrian right in the butt—hard enough to send him, just as he was drifting off, tumbling to the floor.
"You—" Adrian, now on the floor, was wide awake. He’d been exhausted all day, and this troublemaker just kept pushing his buttons. Clearly begging for a beatdown!
"What are you staring at? Even if you stare, I’m not letting you sleep here. This bed’s way too small, there’s no room for two!" She rejected him flat-out.
"Mm, you’ve got a point." Adrian actually replied with more words than usual.
"Exactly! So you can sleep on the chair." Seeing Adrian finally get it, Ivy nodded, lay down, and started pulling up the covers to sleep. But no sooner had she settled in than—whoosh!—she was scooped up sideways.
"Hey, what are you doing? You perv, I’m a guy, okay? What are you trying to pull?" Ivy freaked out as Adrian held her, terrified her cover would get blown.
"You’re right, this bed is tiny. So you’re better off over here." With that, Adrian tossed her straight onto the floor.
"Ow! That hurt, you jerk! You actually threw me on the ground?!" If she could have used her inner force or martial arts in front of him, she wouldn’t be hurting this much—ugh, her butt was toast!
But the culprit was already lounging on the bed, totally ignoring her complaints.
"You... Fine! You’re just here to fight me for the bed, huh? You Iceberg, you’ve got guts! If I didn’t have to hide who I am, I’d squish you flat, hmph!"
"Snore snore." Seeing Adrian totally ignore her and even fake snoring, Ivy was furious. So you wanna fight for the bed, Iceberg? Fine—prepare to die!
The room quickly went silent. Adrian frowned—did that clown leave? But the door never opened. Still, if they hadn’t left, why was there no sign of life? The next second, Adrian cracked his eyes open to check—and nearly jumped out of his skin. A second later, a howl rang out.
"Aaaah—"