Mu Chenxi was covered in bruises, utterly exhausted.
She didn't want to waste another word on this lunatic and turned to go upstairs.
After heading upstairs, she discovered to her surprise that the guest room door was locked.
She paused, then went back downstairs to look for the key.
Pulling open the drawer, it was empty.
Her grip tightened on the handle of the drawer; she turned around and stared coldly at Fu Yanshen, who had resettled himself on the sofa, "Where's the key?"
Fu Yanshen exhaled a ring of smoke gently, his voice soft but the malevolence clear in his eyes, "Chenxi, as long as we're not divorced, we are still husband and wife."
"Since we're husband and wife, there's no reason for us to sleep separately, is there?"
Mu Chenxi looked down, her face turning a furious shade of iron.
She knew he was doing it on purpose.
Knowing exactly what she didn't want, he insisted on doing just that.