Whether to laugh or cry?

  The tyrant didn't tell me to get out, so I could only curl up in a small corner. The tyrant's sleeping posture was very poor, and overnight it was either kicking the quilt or snatching the quilt. I was frozen awake several times to cover myself with the quilt.

  He sleeps soundly, his face is fair and clean, and when he's asleep, he doesn't have the same arrogance as during the day. Instead, he has a few points that make people like him. But I'm very clear, once he opens his eyes, he becomes a demon king who mixes with the world, and it's hard to feel good about him.

  This morning I was woken up by something pressing on my chest, feeling suffocated. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Ba Wang's face. A bed that is ridiculously large, and I'm shrinking to the edge of it, he's occupying two-thirds of it but still not enough, one hand is placed horizontally across my chest, and his other foot is pressing on my leg.

  I don't like sleeping with others, even if it's Chen Sang. If she hadn't asked me to, I rarely slept in the same bed as her. I feel a sense of constraint, unnaturalness.

  I pulled down the tyrant's hand, possibly disturbing his movement. He turned over, facing my direction, with both hands and feet pressed on me, without opening his eyes, he fiercely scolded: Don't move!

  His voice wasn't very clear, I think he didn't wake up at all, that overbearing personality seems to be deeply ingrained.

  As soon as I woke up, I had a sudden urge to go to the toilet. I was holding it in and feeling uncomfortable, but I didn't dare move. I heard the sound of Ba Wang's breathing as he slept, and I thought to myself that he was still asleep, who knows what would wake him up? I felt especially pitiful, who did I provoke?!

  After about half an hour, the alarm clock rang. Ba Wang frowned and reached out to turn off the alarm clock. His hand touched my body and found something was wrong. He opened his eyes, saw it was me, made a cool face and asked me to turn off the alarm clock. He fell asleep again, I immediately rushed to the bathroom. If I get prostatitis, I'm done! Wait, isn't prostatitis only for men? My brain is all confused, too lazy to think clearly again.

  I had just pulled up my pants when I heard a loud knocking at the door. When I opened it, I saw Bawang rubbing his hair and standing at the door with an unpleasant expression, saying "What are you doing in there?" Then he ordered me to go get clothes.

  I handed the clothes to Ba Wang, just about to leave when he turned around and called me back. He asked if I had any conflicts with Chi Yan. I didn't expect this busy person to also know about women's affairs. I knew it wasn't Chi Yan who stabbed me in the back - smart women like to use others to kill people. It was probably those women who were flattering Chi Yan!

  I said no, she's the apple of your eye, I wouldn't dare to mess with her. The Overlord looked at me and told me that Xiè Sè is a weak girl, asking me not to bully her.

  If it weren't for the overbearing person in front of me, I would definitely burst out laughing. I went to make things difficult for her, but that also required someone to give me the courage, and all I had to do was beg her not to make things difficult for me.

  After he finished speaking, he personally went to the drawer and took out a large stack of money and handed it over to me. I estimated that there was much more than before. When someone slaps you in the face and then gives you a piece of candy, should you laugh or cry?

  I'm just a young lady, so I can only smile numbly and say thank you boss.

  I stuffed the money into my bag haphazardly, zipped it up and rushed towards the door like a madman. Ba Wang always had an easy way of making me feel ashamed, I didn't cry in front of him like I did the last few times, my tears weren't worth anything, on the same road, his sympathy for me wasn't as real as money.