The night was serene, like flowing water. After the lights were turned off, Jiang Jinghuai remained as composed as the night before, as unmoving and restrained as a virtuous gentleman.
Under the covers, Tian Sangsang revealed only her head. She tilted it slightly, staring quietly at his broad back.
Taking a deep breath, she clenched her teeth and initiated contact, her hand mischievously teasing the muscles on his abdomen.
"Hey, are you mad at me?" she asked gloomily, her tone carrying the grievance of a neglected wife. "It's because I accidentally threw up that time and upset your mom, isn't it? So now you're mad at me, right?"
His body immediately tensed, letting out a sharp intake of breath…
He grabbed her wrist, stopping her wandering hand, then rolled over to face her, his dark eyes glowing as they locked onto hers.
"That's not true. I trust you, and I've never blamed you."
"Then why won't you touch me anymore? You weren't like this before."
