Lying on one side of the big bed, Shen Hanqian listened to the person next to her snoring loudly, feeling utterly annoyed.
A man's words really can't be trusted. He had sworn earlier to make her feel ecstatic tonight, but now he's sleeping like a dead pig.
She glared at him, and then glared at him again.
The snoring grew louder, and he comfortably turned over, continuing to sleep.
Shen Hanqian, filled with anger, lifted her leg, wanting to kick him off the bed.
But just as her little foot was about to hit him, she held back, feeling sorry for him.
"Honey, you really had it rough today, drinking so much, hurting your liver and kidneys, and couldn't do what you needed to do. It's actually quite pitiful! Alright, I won't kick you. Sleep well, and I will too. But you owe me tonight; you must make it up tomorrow, or I'll really kick you!" Shen Hanqian muttered softly.
The sleeping man seemed to understand her meaning and cooperatively murmured.
