If Tan Zhenghong had only made advances during the day and left her alone at night, she might have accepted it, but the guy still wouldn't leave her be even at night, so she firmly refused.
Tan Zhenghong blinked pitifully, "If not during the day, then I can only wait for the night."
"Can't you think about anything else?"
Qiao Duo'er felt the urge to vomit blood.
"This sort of thing is human instinct, you can't blame me," Tan Zhenghong responded with a thick face.
Qiao Duo'er pursed her lips, "Keep talking and you'll sleep in the guest room tonight."
Tan Zhenghong obediently shut up. Every time she used this to scare him, and annoyingly, it worked every single time.
It was still early, Qiao Duo'er read a book on the sofa while Tan Zhenghong practiced calligraphy at the desk, occasionally chatting idly. Indeed, these were peaceful times.
About two hours later, Fat Fat and Fatty started yelling at the top of their lungs.
