The next day, Qu Tong overslept until noon again and felt like dying.
She tossed all four pillows onto the floor in frustration.
Is Si Yuting even human?!
If she'd known, she wouldn't have let him eat meat.
She should have just let him suffocate.
Now, thinking about it, she missed the past, when His Excellency was cool, restrained, and firm on his principles.
When Si Yuting came in, he was met with his little wife's fiery gaze that seemed ready to spew flames.
Si Yuting knew he had pushed it too far the previous night and had upset his wife.
He placed the insulated food container on the table and silently picked up the pillows, placing them on a chair beside him.
"I've made some porridge, come and have some?" Si Yuting deliberately softened his voice as he asked.
Qu Tong paused, "You can cook here?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Si Yuting took out clothes for Qu Tong from his Space Button: "Yes, there are kitchens in the first two rooms upstairs."
