"I think," he quickly continued, intently watching the changes in her expression, then added, "if you don't want to, I can sleep on the couch."
"President Mo," Luo Qiangwei twirled the end of her hair, sighing softly, "even though you're pursuing me, I really feel you're not good at chasing women. Honestly, being your wife could be infuriating at any moment."
Mo Shiche's lips pressed tightly, and he said deeply, "You won't die of anger, I won't pursue you anymore."
"..."
Luo Qiangwei felt like she could stab him.
Might as well go to sleep.
She pulled the blanket back over herself and lay down again.
After a while, Mo Shiche still lay down beside the bed and turned off the bedside lamp.
There was only one blanket on the bed, and when he pulled it over himself, it left less for her. Luo Qiangwei grabbed the corner of the blanket and muttered, "Mo Shiche, you're stealing my blanket... You know, I can't sleep unless I'm holding onto something."
