Chapter 507：#007 the Killer King 7

After Tang Wan came in, she climbed onto the bed on her own.

Seeing this, Hei Tong’s brows furrowed slightly. Then he turned and walked straight to the sofa.

Tang Wan blinked at him innocently.
“Why are you sleeping on the sofa? I need someone to hold me to fall asleep.”

Hearing this, Little Cutie couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu.

Wasn’t this exactly what that silly Tongtong from the previous world used to say?

The host really knew how to reuse her experience…

Hei Tong’s expression turned cold.
“If you’re not sleeping, get out.”

Tang Wan pouted faintly, looking at him with a hint of grievance. After a long pause, she turned her back to him.

Fine. Just wait.

Seeing that she had quieted down, Hei Tong felt a subtle sense of relief.

Troublesome woman.
If she fails tomorrow’s test, I’ll just send her back to the base.

He lay down on the narrow sofa, arms folded, and closed his eyes.

…

Half an hour later—

Hei Tong’s sharp senses picked up a faint sound.

What is she doing?

Without opening his eyes, he remained still.

At that moment, Tang Wan quietly got off the bed, walked over to him, and reached out—

and lifted him.

As an artificial human, her strength was far beyond normal. Carrying a man was effortless.

Hei Tong noticed everything, but chose not to move.

The next second—

his body was placed back onto the bed.

…?

So she dragged him here just for that?

But it didn’t stop there.

A pair of cool arms wrapped around his neck, and a slender leg rested over him.

…!

So she brought him here just to use him as a pillow?

…

Soon, steady breathing sounded beside his ear.

Hei Tong slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her.

In the dim light, Tang Wan was curled against him, sleeping soundly, one hand even clutching his long hair.

He frowned slightly.

But in the end, he didn’t push her away.

Instead, he closed his eyes again.

He had thought he wouldn’t fall asleep—

yet somehow, with her in his arms, sleep came unexpectedly fast.

…

The next morning—

Hei Tong woke up and froze.

At some point during the night, their positions had reversed.

He was now holding her tightly in his arms.

…?

What exactly happened?

Not only had he fallen asleep—

he had even pulled her closer?

His expression darkened.

Carefully, he moved her hand away and got out of bed.

Only after confirming she hadn’t woken did he quietly exhale.

But just then—

Tang Wan’s hand reached out, searching where he had been.

Finding nothing, her eyes slowly opened.

Morning light filtered in, illuminating her clear black eyes—like polished obsidian, bright and pure.

Then she smiled at him.

A soft, innocent smile.

For a brief moment—

Hei Tong felt something in his chest shift.

Like an arrow piercing through years of cold darkness.