Chen Qianmo lowered his head to inspect her eyes, "Are you mad at me, mad that I don't agree with you going to work?"
"No..." Yan Qingruo whispered.
"Ruoruo... I just can't bear to see you working so hard outside. I can't stand you having to work overtime often, and not being able to be with me at night..." Chen Qianmo nuzzled into her neck.
He harbored a deep grudge about the time in A City when she would often work late into the night writing articles.
He also didn't like the days when he had the bedroom to himself.
Yan Qingruo, holding his waist, said in a low voice, "But when you're not here, there's no one to accompany me either... Some people can manage themselves very well without working, but I studied for so long so that one day I could apply it to my work."
Seeing that Chen Qianmo still didn't seem inclined to agree, Yan Qingruo went all out, stood on her tiptoes, and gently bit his lip.