Chapter 81 I Tore the Clothes Myself

• After some time, an icy gaze pulled Arielle straight out of her slumber. Her long and slender eyelashes moved, and the next moment when she opened her eyes, Ziven's handsome face appeared in her sight. Blinking her eyes, she stared at him in a daze as she was not fully conscious yet. All night long, I’ve been dreaming of this man. Am I still in a dream?
• She subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his cheek. But before her fingertips touched his nose, she was fiercely grabbed by him, and he held down the side of her head. "Young Master Ziven—"
• "Who allowed you to sleep in my bed?" Ziven's eyes narrowed. Whenever he narrowed his eyes, his gaze always looked particularly dangerous, so nobody dared to look directly at him. In just one night, he had become even more aloof than when they first met! And thus, the warm gaze in Arielle’s dream cooled down at the sight of the icy look he was giving her right now.