I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

"Mhm..." Paula’s brows creased, moving her head sideways. Her eyes were still shut, moaning at the trickling liquid down her face.

"Mhm..."

When she felt slowly suffocated, as if drowning, Paula suddenly sprung up from the bed, gasping for air. Her mouth was wide open, eyes shaking in confusion.

"What..." she touched her face, realizing it was drenched with water.

Catching a figure from the corner of her eyes, she turned her head, only to see Heaven putting down an empty glass of water on the bedside table.

"Heaven!" shouted Paula as realization sank in. "Did you just pour water on me while I’m sleeping?!"

"Yea." Heaven didn’t deny, folding her arms under her chest. "Paula Shen, have you gone crazy?"

"Huh?! Hah! Heaven, shouldn’t I be the one asking?! Have you gone crazy? How dare you splash water on someone sleeping?"

"You are in the set, Paula," Heaven stressed each syllable, making Paula’s breath hitch. "I tried waking you up, even turning off the air conditioning as you can see, but you won’t wake up. I thought you were dead since you weren’t moving, so I didn’t have a choice."

Paula processed her remarks, looking around the room. "Right." she calmed down upon realizing she was in the presidential suite and not in her place.

"Goodness." Heaven clicked her tongue, eyes on the drenched lady on the bed. "Paula, what is wrong with you, hmm? Do you know that Director Guan is reconsidering retaking all your scenes with another artist?"