“苏沐阳，你又在磨蹭什么？”门外传来低沉又带着点不耐烦的声音，紧接着是钥匙开锁的咔哒声。

我赶紧 scrambled up the bed, grabbed the rags hanging on the stick beside the bed, and hastily wiped my face. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I stammered, my voice a little tight.

Pushing open the ragged curtain, I saw a tall and burly man standing at the door. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans, but even so, his figure was still imposing. His hair was slightly messy, and he had a faint stubble on his face. His eyes were deep and frowning slightly.

“I’m sorry, Brother, I was just changing clothes,” I explained, trying to look as innocent as possible.

He cursed under his breath, “Change clothes? Have you been sleeping all this time? If it weren’t for me coming back early today, I’d have already kicked your door down.”

He walked over and slammed the door hard. “Su Muyang, are you deaf? Answer me!” His voice was fierce, making me tremble all over.

I gulped and said, “No, Brother, I’m not deaf.”