The air was filled with the sound of the man's chest rising and falling in anger, a rapid breath carrying a hint of violent tension.
Manman still sat quietly on the bed, watching him smash everything he could until she realized the bed wouldn't be smashed, and then she lay down on her side comfortably.
Before her head hit the pillow, her shoulder was grasped by a large hand, and she was forcefully dragged up, "Qin Manman,"
A handsome face, heated with breath, closed in on her. Muo Huangnian's brows were filled with cold irritation, his jaw tight, mocking, sneering, "You've decided to always act like a dead person in front of me now, haven't you? So long as that beast Qin Lou lives, you don't care if I lose a hand or a foot?!"
Was she really planning to go back to sleep?
Could she still fall asleep?
