So she got angry again, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him, "Mo Shiche! I'm talking to you!"
The man finally lifted his head, "You said I can't look at you."
Luo Qiangwei furrowed her brows and glared at him, "So it's my fault, is it?"
"…" Mo Shiche pursed his lips, his handsome face dignified yet gentle, "It's my fault, don't be angry, okay?"
She huffed, "Go get the rope."
Even though he didn't know what she was planning to do, the man still went to get it.
Then he saw Luo Qiangwei tie one end of the rope around herself and the other end around him, both with tight knots...
"There, " she said, satisfied with her work that resembled a bondage play, "now you won't be able to run away while I'm asleep."
Mo Shiche, "…"
He said indifferently, "If I really wanted to run, couldn't I just cut it off?"
Luo Qiangwei was taken aback, suddenly looked up at him, and then pursed her lips as her eyes slowly reddened...
