"Stop it!" Lin Xinlan forcefully pulled his hand away, and with a slap, she turned on the light, turning to glare at him fiercely.
"Rong Shaoze, have you had enough? If you're not going to sleep, then don't disturb my sleep! If you're too excited to sleep, go run ten thousand meters outside, don't torment me here!"
Rong Shaoze blinked, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his face.
He didn't care about her anger, pulled her body towards him, and asked gently while hugging her, "Did you miss me during these three days I was away?"
"No!" She would miss him? How could she possibly.
The man's brow furrowed slightly: "Not even a little bit?"
Lin Xinlan thought that Rong Shaoze was too drunk to ask such a silly question.
"Not even a little bit!" she answered without leaving any room for doubt.
His handsome eyebrows knit together, he held back, and asked persistently, "Not even a little bit of a little bit?"
