"It means nothing, I want to sleep, I can't fall asleep with you holding me." Mu Wanqing still had her back to him, her tone detached.
"Then how come you could sleep when I held you before?"
The man's clearly dissatisfied questioning came from behind her, causing Mu Wanqing to frown, her face tense in the dim light, bearing the pain.
The air was silent for a few seconds, then she asked coldly and faintly, "Do you want to argue?"
Not wanting to be held just means not wanting to be held, who doesn't have their moments of bad mood?
Why is he becoming more and more domineering and authoritarian?
Controlling her life, her work, and now even how she sleeps!
Hearing her question loaded with gunpowder, Wen Zhan also became angry, "I'm just holding you, how is that looking for an argument? I think you're the one who wants to argue with me."
Mu Wanqing let out a laugh out of anger, suddenly turning around.