He wanted to her to sleep on the floor. Feng Zhiwei stared at the pillow and repeated to herself silently.
I can't grab it and smother him… I can't I can't I can't I can't.
Breath… that notebook said to breath in and out three times whenever I want to burst in anger… Breath…
After the third breath, Feng Zhiwei calmed down.
Sleeping on the floor was nothing, and being kicked off the bid was nothing. Wasn't it just a man stealing my bed and not letting me sleep on another one.
I'll just consider myself as the servant girl. All servant girls sleep at the foot of the bed.
