"You're so boring! You're annoying! What the hell is wrong with you tonight?"

Song Ling grabbed the pillow with one hand and threw it back on the bed, untied his tie, and bent down.

Liu Zhiyuan dodged quickly and he missed.

He raised his brows in displeasure, stretched out his long arms, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to his chest.

Liu Zhiyuan couldn't move or struggle, and frowned angrily, "Song Ling!"

Song Ling's eyes were deep as he kept looking at her delicate cheeks, gently stroking her slender fingers, and whispering in a low voice,

"Hate me? Avoid me?"

Liu Zhiyuan didn't know how he knew that she cared about Xiao Tong.

But she was sure he knew.

Maybe she had been feeling too emotional these past few days and was too tired to struggle, so she wanted to find a chance to vent and empty the depression in her heart.

"Yes, I just want to avoid you! Because I saw some photos that I shouldn't have seen, and I know there is someone special in your heart.

I don’t know how to face you. I’m very upset and blocked. I feel like I can’t calm down at all! But why are you catching me like a robber?

"Looking for a wife." Song Ling corrected her.

Liu Zhiyuan gritted her teeth, "It means the same thing."

Seeing her hugging him stiffly, Song Ling's deep eyes showed a trace of pity and helplessness, and his tone was a little soft, "Are you angry? Do you mind?"

The thing that Liu Zhiyuan had been nervous about was suddenly touched.

She felt a little wronged and wanted to cry, and even resisted the urge to cry in despair.

“Yes, I am angry and I mind.

I mind being used as a stand-in, I'm very unhappy. I can hardly contain my madness..."