Fu Yanye used four words to let her know that he regarded her as fish meat at his disposal.
"So you've done all this just for this last thing?"
Zhuo Jian asked him angrily.
"If you want to put it that way, I won't deny it, I indeed want to."
"You..."
"Ask any other questions now, don't ruin my mood later."
As Fu Yanye spoke, he lifted her up along with the blanket in her arms.
Zhuo Jian's hand reflexively wrapped around his neck, the sense of falling making her realize only after she had done it, and then she immediately took her hand back, grasping the blanket firmly.
Fu Yanye gave her a faint glance and, with his long legs, carried her upstairs.
"Which one?"
When they reached the top, Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian stubbornly stayed silent, even turning her head away to avoid eye contact with him.
Fu Yanye looked at the room with the lights on and automatically walked in that direction.
