Wei Shiran interlaced his fingers behind his head as he leaned against the headboard, completely at ease, and he looked up with amusement, "Oh? Others? What are you referring to?"
Hinted but not fully spoken, point made without going further.
Li Rao emphasized the main point, "The kind you watch all night."
Watching those movies all night...
Wei Shiran already had a shadow over this topic.
Even though he was the all-night champion, he couldn't endure the whole night's mental and physical torment.
Horror movies tortured his soul, while 'those movies' tortured his body...
Wei Shiran spoke gravely, "Li Rao, I have reason to suspect you are plotting to murder your own husband."
"But if that's what you wish, I'm not unwilling to satisfy you."
"..."
Li Rao lingered in the bathroom for a long time, feeling like she almost scrubbed herself raw.
Living in the same room, sharing the same bed, she'd been dodging it all day, but she couldn't avoid it anymore.
