When Sian opened his eyes, he found a broad chest in front of him. For a moment, he was confused, unable to remember what had happened or how he ended up in bed with this stupid bear.
But after a few seconds, the memories came rushing back. It seemed he had suffered another episode. Sian wasn't ashamed of his condition; he knew very well that his mental state wasn't entirely stable and that he needed treatment. However, he hated showing his vulnerable side. Didn't that mean he was just a fragile princess who needed someone to protect him all the time?
Sian had always been someone who relied only on himself. In fact, it was usually him that others depended on for support and protection. Since when did the great Blood Demon need protection?
He sighed quietly, pitying his weak, pitiful self, then looked at the man lying beside him. Lan Qisheng was asleep. It seemed that the foolish bear was exhausted—perhaps from overworking, or from traveling all night to reach Sian without rest.
