Chapter 811: Should I?
Lily stared down at the guy sprawled face down on the couch, his nose pressed awkwardly against the cushions. Could he even breathe like that? He hadn’t moved an inch since collapsing there half an hour ago, and she wasn’t sure whether she should wake him or just let him be. He’d stumbled into the kitchen pantry earlier—so maybe he’d been hungry. But if he hadn’t eaten anything since last night, did that mean he’d passed out from exhaustion or was simply being lazy?
How was she supposed to wake him? Tentatively, she called his name, "Cai? Cai?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but the only response she got was a faint, muffled snore. She frowned, leaning in a little closer.
Alright, time to raise the stakes.
"CAI?" she called out more firmly, "Wake up! Your breakfast is getting cold. Do you want it now, or are you planning to sleep through the entire morning?"
Still nothing—well, almost nothing. This time, he rewarded her efforts with a low, groggy grunt.
Lily rolled her eyes. She muttered under her breath, "Were you a pig in your last life or something? All you do is snort and grunt."
Just as she turned to leave, satisfied he was a lost cause, something yanked at her wrist. She let out a startled squeal as she lost her balance, tumbling backward. The next thing she knew, she landed squarely on top of him, her face inches from his, her heart racing in surprise.
He muttered, his voice groggy but amused, "Maybe I was a horse. They snort and grunt too, you know."
Lily turned her head to look at him, incredulous. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, not even now. But somehow, he had already rolled over so that he was lying face up now. She squirmed, trying to push herself up, but his arms were firmly around her, keeping her trapped against him.