When Lin Ziran's pillow came crashing down on him, Qin Qingnan suddenly felt like laughing. How much resentment must she have been holding back to hit him in the middle of the night?
She could hit him all she wanted, using a pillow as a weapon, huh? That weapon wasn't exactly lethal.
So, he let her hit him, retreating all the way to the edge of the bed, where he fell backward onto the bed.
Lin Ziran grew more vigorous as she hit him, squatting on the bed to continue the assault, putting extra effort into each pillow.
Qin Qingnan found it amusing and teased her, "You can hit, but not the face."
No sooner had he spoken than Lin Ziran desperately aimed for his face. Qin Qingnan laughed, blocking his face with his hands. To him, it felt like a playful fight between husband and wife, not some sort of vengeful assault.
This went on for about ten minutes until the pillow broke apart, its feathers flying all over the room, leaving Lin Ziran holding just the pillowcase.
