"Where are you going?" Connor Osborne suddenly spoke.
Anna Ainsworth didn't even turn her head as she replied, "Naturally, I'm going back to my room to sleep."
"... Can we sleep in the same room?" Connor Osborne asked suddenly, his voice deep and subdued.
"I think we should both be used to sleeping in our own rooms by now," responded Anna, her voice indifferent and distant, refusing him calmly and unhurriedly.
Connor's eyes instinctively darkened, a complex light flashing through them. He almost instinctively took two steps towards her, blocking her path.
"Anna... don't you ever look forward to... the things between husband and wife?" he said, making his point clear enough.
"Sorry, I've never looked forward to it!" After saying this, she walked past him immediately, and as soon as she entered the bedroom, she quickly closed the door.