What the Heck?!

The woman had been waiting for his return. Habits were, indeed, terrifying. She could hardly get a good night's sleep in his absence.

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "It's good that you're not sleepy. Are you hungry then?"

"No, why? Are you famished? I'll go make supper for you." She had recently picked up a new recipe.

"Nope. I'm not eating."

Mo Jiangye, who looked as furious as though he was owed money, scooped the woman into his arms and took her to the bedroom.

"You—" Ye Erruo shrieked in alarm.

He then slowly pried her fingers off him one by one and stared at her injured finger as he mumbled softly in his deep voice, "How capable of you."

I can't even bear to let her get hurt in any way, yet in the end, she went ahead and mutilated herself. I might as well strangle her to death now.

"Who told you to mutilate yourself?"

From head to toe, every part of her—even her hair—belonged to him.