So she got angry again, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at him, "Mo Shiche! I'm talking to you!"
The man finally looked up, "You said I can't look at you."
Luo Qiangwei glared at him with her brows furrowed, "So it's my fault, is it?"
"..." Mo Shiche pursed his lips, his handsome face noble and gentle, "It's my fault, don't be angry, okay?"
She looked up again, instantly turning fierce, and her eyes reddened, "Don't say it! From now on, you're not allowed to say it!"
Mo Shiche hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her, and, not wanting to make her angrier yet hoping she could get a good night's sleep, truly didn't know how to appease her, so his handsome face slightly lowered, "Alright, I know I'm wrong, I won't say it."
Luo Qiangwei stood there panting, the sense of anxious panic making her heart ache and feel wronged; yet he looked so handsome and was so obedient that she completely lost the ability to unleash her temper on him.
