Wen Yi scoffed lightly, "Young Master, I think you're really spoiled by women. If someone doesn't show their love for you through jealousy and rivalry, you feel as if their heart is dead and gray? My reluctance to argue or fight with you is because I can't muster the energy, understand?"
He wanted her to eat with him, to watch him eat. It's not that she didn't want to refuse, it's that she couldn't be bothered to refuse.
They had already slept together, and now they had to turn eating a meal into a loud, annoying argument? How bothersome and melodramatic could it be?
Mo Shichen lowered his head to look at her, his eyes already carrying a hint of danger, "Can't muster the energy?"
She turned her face away, adopting a posture that showed her indifference toward him.
