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Although she knew neither of them were good people and that arguing might not determine a winner or loser,
the experience of witnessing an argument seemed more thrilling.
Fu Jing's timing with the glass of water was inopportune.
Inside the room, Jiang Muwan and Gu Jiangnian naturally heard the commotion in the living room, and their quarrel ceased: one standing at the foot of the bed, the other kneeling on it, both naturally looking displeased.
Gu Jiangnian lowered his gaze to the object Jiang Muwan had just used to hit him, frowning slightly.
The raging fury that had just been present subsided somewhat, and he bent down to pick up the hot water bottle that lay on the floor.
Looking at Muwan kneeling on the bed still fuming, he reached out his hand, his voice deep as a cello, "Come here."
Jiang Muwan's lips were tightly pressed as she knelt on the bed, staring at him and not moving for a long time.
