The air was filled with the sound of a man's chest rising and falling with anger and his hasty, heavy breaths, carrying a faintly violent undercurrent.
Manman continued to sit quietly on the bed, watching as he broke everything within reach. When she realized the bed wouldn't be destroyed, she relaxed and lay down sideways.
Before her head even touched the pillow, a large hand grasped her shoulder, dragging her upright forcefully. "Qin Manman,"
His handsome, heat-laced face drew close to hers. Muo Huangnian's brow carried a chilling, irritable air, his jaw clenched tightly, mocking, sneering. "So now you've decided that you're always going to act like a dead woman in my presence, huh? Is it as long as that beast Qin Lou is still alive, even if I lose an arm or a leg, you wouldn't care at all?!"
Had she intended to keep sleeping just now?
She could still sleep?
