"My woman should not be subjected to any grievances," as long as she stayed obediently by his side, whatever she wanted, he would not furrow his brow.
"Fine, Mo Nanjue, I don't want anything," Tong Ran put down her hand, got out of bed, and faced him, "I just don't want this."
As she spoke, she reached out and tugged at the long silver chain around her waist, "I really don't like it, not one bit... Mo Nanjue, can we not have this, please?"
It was the first time that she had asked him in such a serious and sincere tone.
She didn't know where she found the courage to speak up, but listening to his words just now, she suddenly felt...
Maybe he wasn't as unreasonable as she thought?
At least sometimes, when she was submissive, he was still quite nice to her.
Perhaps, sometimes trying to communicate could indeed yield results.