"If you're not feeling well and want to rest early, then don't bother tidying up," Mu Yunshen looked down at her and said indifferently, "Go take a bath, have some porridge, and then go back to bed to sleep."
Tang Sitian was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly with a mix of helplessness and self-mockery, "You know very well that's not possible. Why do you still say these things to me?"
"What do you mean 'not possible'?"
"You're already going to marry Miss Mo. Naturally, our arrangement is over. How can I still stay here?" She lifted her calm face, smiled, "Unless you could actually not get married?"
Mu Yunshen's dark eyes locked onto her facial expression, "Do you hope that I don't get married?"
