But the others? Listen, what kind of talk is this?
Sheng Jianan felt a sudden surge of anger for no reason. He stretched out his long arms and pulled Tang Yanqi to him: "You're welcome, I don't mind helping you practice something else."
Sheng Jianan's words seemed to leap out of his throat, one word at a time, and immediately, Tang Yanqi was lifted horizontally by him and thrown onto the bed.
Yes, thrown onto the bed, without the slightest hint of tenderness or consideration.
Sheng Jianan quickly turned off the light, and the bedroom fell into sudden silence. Neither Sheng Jianan nor Tang Yanqi spoke. Just like the night before, one tossed and turned declaring his displeasure, while the other clung to the edge of the bed, motionless.