As she retreated towards the head of the bed, her knee forcefully thrust upwards.
Whether he did it intentionally or not, she needed to show him she wasn't to be trifled with.
She, a woman of the Seventh Young Master, was not so easily bullied!
"Ah!"
With a stifled scream from the man, Xia Yinian fumbled for the switch and turned on the lights.
"You..."
Just as Xia Yinian was about to curse, an incredibly familiar face appeared before her, leaving her utterly shocked.
"Beicheng, how could it be you? I'm not dreaming, am I, I..."
Seeing the face she longed for, she was so flustered that she didn't even realize the blanket slipped from her hands.
"Beicheng, I missed you so much."
Xia Yinian spread her arms around the man's neck in front of her, completely forgetting his earlier actions.
"Beicheng, is it really you? I'm not dreaming."
Biting her lip, Xia Yinian released him after weakly biting his firm shoulder.
"It really is you, I thought I was dreaming."
