The breeze slipped into the space between the two of them, and An Ziqi felt a chill on her back.
She finally came back from Tianlan, missing him to death, yet this guy was still sulking with her.
An Ziqi bit her lip, turned around, and kicked him.
Let him pretend to sleep, let him pretend to sleep.
This bastard is definitely not asleep!
Even after two kicks, there was still no reaction at all.
An Ziqi gritted her teeth, she had tried coaxing, acting cute, and playing tricks, all her tactics.
Short of crying, causing a scene, and threatening suicide — does she really have to pretend to hang herself with a noodle for him to see?
She looked up at the ceiling. Except for the huge crystal chandelier, everywhere else was bare.
There wasn't even a place to hang a rope. Even if she had a noodle, there was nowhere to hang it.
While biting her finger in deep thought, her phone on the bedside table flashed.
She reached over to check it, it was a message from Siqing.
