"I remember it all! But can it be used as Fangfang's excuse for lack of ambition?" Hen Zhiyuan dropped the chess piece he was holding, speaking irritably.
"How do you know it's about this?" Ma Mei asked.
"What else has he ever fretted about but this very issue?"
"That's true! You have to help with this, the official results from your institute will be released in a week! You must talk to our dean before then."
"Alright, I know." Hen Zhiyuan wasn't in the mood for chess anymore, and simply tidied up the pieces and headed inside the house.
Ma Mei finished her bath, lifted the blanket, and got into bed.
The two hadn't been intimate for a while, and Ma Mei was finding it hard to restrain herself.
She gently patted Hen Zhiyuan: "It's been several days since you've been with me! How about tonight we..."
"Don't even think about it! Go to sleep! I'm in a bad mood today." Hen Zhiyuan turned down Ma Mei's request.
