Go hug someone else.
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener reads into it.
Tong Sanlang's eyes darkened, and anger showed on his handsome face, "In matters of love, my heart only has room for you, it always has been just you. Your words are a bit too much."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai replied impatiently, "If you think my words are unpleasant, then leave. I'm not keeping you here."
The words just spoken were like a stab; this sentence was equally piercing. Tong Sanlang felt pain all over, and he pursed his lips, "Are you in a bad mood?"
"What's it to you?" Qiao Xiaomai's tone grew harsher, and she curled up more into the blanket, burying her head in it, "If you're not going to sleep then get out, don't disturb my sleep."
Tong Sanlang "..."
He bit his lip tightly, his nose stung, and his eyes suddenly brimmed with moisture.
Qiao Xiaomai, she... she must have thoroughly pegged him as a kept boytoy, hadn't she?
