Jenson widened his eyes and said, "So you weren't dead asleep, huh? And yet you dropped all your weight entirely on me. Don't you know you're heavier than a dead pig? I'm totally exhausted."
Silas: "..."
He still ignored her.
Knowing he could hear her, Jenson pouted, asking in a not-so-nice tone, "Deaf? I'm talking to you, can't you hear?"
Then she pinched his hand hard.
This time, there was no reaction.
Jenson's eyes darted playfully, suddenly coming up with a mischievous idea.
She went to get a cup of water, then directly splashed it onto Silas. This finally got a reaction—Silas sat up abruptly from the sofa.
He squinted his eyes, a cold gleam shooting out from his gaze, "Who are you?"
"Oh, you've forgotten me so quickly?" Jenson chuckled.
"I remember." Silas said calmly, "So what? Are you planning to drug and assault me again, woman?"
Jenson had a black line across her forehead, "With your lousy skills, forget it. Even if you were naked, I wouldn't touch you."
