Mo Shiqian gave her a glance and said indifferently, "Wasn't it you who asked me to stay last night to spend the night with you?"
Chi Huan's eyes widened, "Impossible."
"Holding on to my hand, not letting me go, saying you can't sleep alone at night."
Without hesitating, she retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? When have I ever not slept by myself at night? How could I possibly have trouble sleeping."
The man's eyes, deep and dark as a black sea, looked at her, "Is that so?"
The moment she met his gaze, Chi Huan's fingers hanging by her side involuntarily tightened.
After a moment, "I want soy milk in the morning. Go to the breakfast shop downstairs and buy a basket of steamed buns for me."
Chi Huan said this with an expressionless face, turned around, walked back to the bedroom, and forcefully shut the door behind her.
In the bedroom, Chi Huan stood by the door, looking down with a sneering curve on her lips.
