Speaking of this, Gu Jinglian was especially unhappy.
This woman had always avoided his bed, as if she found it dirty or was avoiding him like he was some sort of venomous reptile. Did she think he was such a beast?
Gu Jinglian walked into the bedroom. In the dim light, he noted that Chu He was hugging the pillow as though it was hers, and overbearingly occupying more than her fair share of the bed .
This bed was specially custom-made. It was three meters wide and three meters long. But even on such a huge bed, she made it seem as though it might not be big enough for her to toss and turn.
This woman's sleeping posture was terrible.
Having made such an assessment, he walked to the head of the bed and slowly sat down.
The bed sank and molded to the pressure of his weight.
Gu Jinglian lowered his gaze and studied Chu He's sleeping face. His eyes darkened.
