Shen Hanyu was so angry that he laughed.
"Stop here? Sang Qianqian, don't forget that you were the one who provoked me first."
With a cold face, he said word by word, "Since you're the one who asked for it, you can't decide when this relationship ends."
Sang Qianqian lowered her eyes and did not speak.
She continued living at Imperial Creek Terrace, but she was like a completely different person.
She no longer went to the kitchen, no longer cooked, and did not even say a word to Shen Hanyu.
When he was at home, she would always hide in her room and avoid him as much as possible. At night, if he wanted her, she would never refuse and would follow him obediently.
However, every time they were done, she would turn away and no longer want to sleep in his arms like before. She never took the initiative to hug him again.
