Before coming here, Zhao Mengmeng could still pretend as if nothing mattered.
But seeing him lying lifelessly in front of her, the rage in her heart couldn't help but grow.
Is he really going to sleep forever?
"If you don't wake up, I'll immediately marry someone else and find a stepfather for Tutu," Zhao Mengmeng angrily said, her face contorted, her nails digging into her palm, her words almost fierce.
This chance, she would only give to Pei Chenyang once.
Probably guessing that Pei Chenyang wouldn't wake up, wouldn't hear her words of vulnerability, Zhao Mengmeng dared to say so unabashedly.
However, these words only infuriated Pei Chenyang further.
Good, this woman, she still harbored such thoughts.
How could he really let her have her way?
His gaze sharpened, his hand emerged from the blanket, grabbing Zhao Mengmeng's slender arm with all his might.
What followed was Pei Chenyang's voice, low and angry. "You dare!"
