Han Junche transformed into an octopus and washed the bowls, chopsticks, and insulated containers as quickly as possible.

After turning off the water and drying his hands, Han Junche immediately walked towards the room. However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fluffy blanket on the sofa.

Han Junche's heart skipped a beat. With his last glimmer of hope, he went to the bedroom door and turned the doorknob.

As expected, it didn't turn.

Han Junche glanced at the doorknob, then at the closed door, his clear voice tinged with a hint of grievance: "Wife..."

Chi Xia snorted and turned to the door, saying, "I've checked. The sofa is a sofa bed. You can definitely sleep on it without any problem. There's heating in the room, and that blanket is enough."

Han Junche's dark eyes darkened: "But I want to hold you while I sleep."

"No, you don't want to." Chi Xia closed her eyes and said coldly, "You didn't even tell me before you ran off to the capital overnight. At that time, why didn't you think of holding me while you slept?"

Han Junche knew he was in the wrong: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Chi Xia snorted coldly and ignored him.

Han Junche stood outside the door, listening to the cold snort. He knew she had made up her mind. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Wife, my chest hurts so much. Mr. Mei told me that either I have to beat him or I have to hold on until someone comes to me before he will give me a chance to talk."

“His superpower had already reached level fifteen, while I was only level nine at the time. In order to hold on until you came to find me, I exhausted my superpower several times, to the point that I couldn’t even stand up…”

Chi Xia knew he was playing the victim to make her feel sorry for him.

And she did feel sorry for him.

She knew that his ability had leveled up two times, which must have been hard-won, but the thought of how arrogant he was and how he left without even saying goodbye made her furious.

If she doesn't teach him a lesson today and lets him get away with it so easily, he'll definitely make the same mistake again!

So she hardened her heart and said, "No matter what you say now, it's useless. Instead of wasting your energy and breath, you might as well get some rest!"

Upon hearing this, Han Junche's lips twitched. He silently walked to the sofa, unfolded it, spread out the blankets, and lay down on it.

As he reached to turn off the light, he whispered into the room, "Wife, when can I hold you while we sleep?"

Chi Xia snorted: "When I'm not angry anymore."

"When will you stop being angry?"

"When I'm in a better mood."

When will you feel better?

Chi Xia, unable to bear it any longer, shouted: "Shut up! Go to sleep!"

"oh……"

Perhaps because so much had happened in the past day and night, Chi Xia and Han Junche were both exhausted. After talking for a while, they soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Chi Xia was awakened by the aroma of food.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard Han Junche standing outside the door, calling her softly and gently, "Wife, get up and eat."

Chi Xia wasn't used to him calling her "wife." When they first started dating, he had called her "Xia Xia" emotionally when he kissed her for the first time. But after he discovered that Jerry had called her that before him, he stopped calling her that.

Chi Xia responded, got up to wash up, and when she came out, several of her favorite dishes were already laid out on the table.

She frowned: "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Han Junche placed the porridge in front of her, his dark eyes filled with grievance: "I can't sleep well without you, so I might as well get up earlier."

Looking at his handsome face and seeing that he didn't seem tired, Chi Xia knew that this guy was deliberately trying to make her feel sorry for him again. She sat down with a hint of annoyance and said, "Okay, let's continue tomorrow."