Xia Wan'an stared at Han Jingnian for a few seconds before withdrawing her gaze.
Just like when she saw him at home yesterday, she didn't initiate conversation with him, but instead thoughtfully looked at the bed in front of her.
By the look of things, he was planning on spending the night at home. So, what about her…
Xia Wan'an tilted her head in thought for a moment, then leaned down to pick up her pillow, ignoring Han Jingnian's presence and heading towards the bedroom door.
She had hardly taken two steps when Han Jingnian grabbed her wrist.
Before she could even turn her head to look at him, his cold voice came crashing down on her, "Where are you going?"
Xia Wan'an glanced at Han Jingnian, "I was going to the guest room..."
She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but the moment she finished speaking, she felt the grip on her wrist tighten significantly.
