The next day, around ten o'clock in the morning.
Zhang Xian stopped his cultivation practice, freshened up, and now he was lying on the bed, bored, playing with his mobile phone.
Yesterday, he had finally made a significant breakthrough in his relationship with Mo Shaoyun. He had thought that he wouldn't have to sleep alone at night anymore and could sleep cuddling with his beautiful wife.
But after finding an inn, Mo Shaoyun had suddenly turned cold, not only insisting on separate rooms but also refusing to let him inside her room.
Needless to say, he had felt slighted once again, and quite severely at that.
Without expectations, there can be no disappointment. But the disappointment that comes after anticipation is truly agonizing.
Now, he is seething inside. He had endured until now, not expecting the chain to break at the last moment.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
