"I'm not going!" Callie shouted and threw the bear on Dane's big bed angrily. Then she glared at Dane and jumped directly onto his bed. She jumped twice in revenge, making the originally neat bedding in a mess.
Dane clenched the wine glass in his hand, suddenly put it aside, and walked over.
"What do you want to do?" Lowering his head and looking at Callie, who was pretending to be asleep wrapped in the quilt, Dane stood still and stared at her beautiful little face. His eyes were a little dark.
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to sleep." Callie suddenly opened her eyes. After looking into Dane's cold eyes, she felt a little depressed and uncomfortable. Then she lowered her head like an injured little beast. "Aren't we married? Dane, why can't I sleep..."
"Do you really hate me that much?" Callie asked, suppressing her emotions.