After temporarily settling Xiang Wang's matter, Lin Feng returned to Villa No. 3 and found the ladies still eagerly chatting about maintenance topics. Not only was no one cooking, but no one had asked him to make food either, so Lin Feng had to casually eat some bread and directly went back to his room for a nap... He hadn't slept well on the sofa the previous day, and Lin Feng needed to catch up on sleep.
The heater in the room was set to 27 degrees, and Lin Feng was covered with a thin blanket. Just as he was sleeping drowsily, he suddenly felt a warmth in the bed, as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed inside.
Years of cultivating alert nerves between life and death allowed Lin Feng to react instantly. He directly pounced on the other person in the bed, pressing his arm against the neck of the person, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?!"
"Idiot, you're pressing me..." With an exaggerated shriek, Lin Feng finally realized who was beneath him...
