Jian Xiaomo walked towards the study anxiously.
When she came to the door of the study, she was shocked.
She saw Long Chenjue standing among a pile of broken glass shards. His eyes were bloodshot.
When he saw Jian Xiaomo, he was a little surprised. Suddenly, his face darkened and he said to Jian Xiaomo angrily, "Jian Xiaomo, who told you to come out? Go back!"
This woman was seriously ill. She actually ran out of bed, and she came out wearing so little clothes!
Thinking of this, the anger in Long Chenjue's eyes became more and more intense. He shouted towards the outside, "Ba Luo, Ba Luo!"
Hearing Long Chenjue's angry voice, Ba Luo immediately ran over from the outside. He ran in a hurry and said, "Young Master!"
"Who asked Jian Xiaomo to come out? Get her back for me!" Long Chenjue ordered coldly.
"I'm not going back!" Jian Xiaomo spoke before Ba Luo could answer. She looked at Long Chenjue with a stubborn face and said, "I want you to go back to the bedroom with me."
The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking. It was obvious that he had not rested well.
Hearing Jian Xiaomo's answer, there was a trace of surprise in Long Chenjue's eyes. However, it disappeared after a short while. Asking him to go back, was it to listen to this woman shouting another man's name again and again in her sleep?
Thinking of this, Long Chenjue's face turned even more livid. He stood there motionlessly.
Seeing that Long Chenjue was standing there motionlessly, Jian Xiaomo knew that she had not persuaded this man.
Jian Xiaomo looked at Long Chenjue and asked, "Long Chenjue, you're not going back, are you?"
Long Chenjue stared at Jian Xiaomo with his dark eyes and stood there motionlessly.
At this moment, Jian Xiaomo raised her feet and walked towards the study.
If he didn't go back, she would hold his hand and let him go back to rest. Anyway, she had to make this man go back to rest no matter how hard she tried to persuade him.
However, Jian Xiaomo had just taken a few steps when a gloomy voice sounded. "Jian Xiaomo, are you courting death?"
In the next moment, a slender figure quickly came over and embraced Jian Xiaomo easily.
Jian Xiaomo looked up and saw Long Chenjue's handsome face, which was even darker than the bottom of a pot.
Long Chenjue's deep eyes stared at Jian Xiaomo's bare feet in slippers. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Jian Xiaomo, do you not want your feet to be crippled?"
The ground was full of debris. This woman still dared to step on it. Wasn't she afraid that her feet would be crippled?
Thinking of this, Long Chenjue's face became more and more unsightly.
Jian Xiaomo smiled in her heart. She knew that this man was worried about her. She reached out her hands and hugged the man's neck. She said, "Long Chenjue, let's go back to the bedroom."
Long Chenjue glared at Jian Xiaomo, then carried Jian Xiaomo and walked towards the bedroom.
Seeing Long Chenjue carrying Jian Xiaomo and walking towards the bedroom, Ba Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Other than Jian Xiaomo, no one could really control the Young Master's temper.
Thinking of this, Ba Luo sighed and then went out to order the servants to clean up the study room.
Once in the room, Long Chenjue put Jian Xiaomo on the bed and covered Jian Xiaomo with the quilt domineeringly. He said coldly, "Sleep!"
Jian Xiaomo grabbed Long Chenjue's sleeve and said coquettishly, "I want you to sleep with me."
Long Chenjue's eyes darkened. He saw that Jian Xiaomo's hand, which was holding his sleeve, did not leave.
Jian Xiaomo continued to beg.
Finally, Long Chenjue turned back and said, "Jian Xiaomo, unless you call my name Long Chenjue in your dream, I won't sleep."