Huo Yunjiao's well-defined hands rested on Qin Ruan's nape, stroking her fur just like he used to, comforting her.
A typical case of slapping her then offering a sweet date.
Qin Ruan turned her head towards the bedside table, unwilling to look at the man lying beside her, sulking in her small fit of pique, cheeks puffed up with indignation.
She inwardly ranted non-stop, too cruel, too much bullying!
Not even allowing her the slightest bit of dignity, as if determined to grind away every shred of her shame.
Qin Ruan's cheeks were hot, as if she had a fever.
She felt a bit uncomfortable, thirsty and hungry, and especially aggrieved.
Qin Ruan, lying on the pillow, spoke in a muted and grumpy tone to the man touching her, "Stop bothering me, it's uncomfortable."
Her voice was very low, carrying a whiny tone.
Huo Yunjiao's fingertips gently trailed down her back, lingeringly asking, "Have you learned your lesson this time?"
Qin Ruan responded half-heartedly, "Mm—"
