"Lan Qisheng, believe it or not, I'll kill you if you don't get your claws off me right now," Sian muttered before speaking angrily.
After all that touching and kissing, how could anyone sleep peacefully? Sian had been awake for a while because of this stupid bear. Yes, a bear—at least puppies are small and cute, which definitely didn't apply to the person looming over him at this moment.
If Lan Qisheng hears the comparison of Sian and the word "little," he would definitely strip everything away and stand proudly, asking in a provocative tone: "Am I still small and cute in your eyes?"
It's a good thing that the Colonel can't read minds, or else Sian would have been thrown around repeatedly until he passed out.
Lan Qisheng wasn't bothered by Sian's threatening words but obediently moved away. He didn't want his lover to be mad at him. Of course, that was the only reason—definitely not because of some instinctive fear that Sian might actually carry out his threat.
