Duan Xingzhou watched her leave indifferently, suddenly baffled. He looked down at his still enthusiastic "brother" and, with a dismal face, said, "Wife, you can't play me like this."
Anran chuckled quietly but ignored him, pulling the quilt over herself and closing her eyes.
Duan Xingzhou followed after her, grasping her shoulder and shaking it, "Wife, you can't just sleep like this. What about me? Come and see little Xingzhou, it's still spirited. If you don't do something, it'll suffer."
With her face still flushed, Anran stifled a smile and said, "I don't care, you solve it yourself."
"Having a wife but still needing to solve it myself, that's too pathetic. I refuse."
"Fine, then don't do it."
Duan Xingzhou let out a heavy sigh and said, "Wife, you're really harsh. You always say you love me, but you're just tricking me."
"Go to sleep."
