"Mo Shisheng, haven't you made enough of a scene?"
The man's voice was icy cold, as if devoid of any emotion. He gripped Mo Shisheng's wrist tightly, with great force, as if he wanted to crush the bones in her hand.
"Am I making a scene?"
Mo Shisheng's lips curled slightly, and she abruptly pulled her hand back, ignoring the burning pain. Her eyes were filled with disappointment. "Is everything I've done just nonsense in your eyes?"
What do you think?
Ming Beiya scoffed lightly, ignoring the disappointment in Mo Shisheng's eyes.
What did she think?
What did she think?
When Ming Beiya said those words, Mo Shisheng felt a sharp pain in her heart, a suffocating pain. Mo Shisheng gently rubbed her burning wrist with one hand, "Get out."
"Mo Shisheng, get your identity straight. This is my bedroom."
Ming Beiya growled, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
"I'm mine while I'm lying down. You only have two choices: sleep or get out."
Mo Shisheng pointed towards the door, "Choose for yourself."
"Oh."
Having probably never seen anyone more arrogant than himself, Ming Beiya's lips curled slightly. He suddenly leaned down, almost pressing his entire body against Mo Shisheng, and grabbed the girl's smooth face with one hand. "Don't regret it."
"Is that so?"
Will I regret it?
You'd regret it if you didn't do it.
Mo Shisheng asked herself this question in her heart. She had no intention of continuing to argue with Ming Beiya. She gently lay back on the bed and gently rubbed her hand that Ming Beiya had pulled.
It really hurts, it burns like fire, it's extremely uncomfortable.
Ming Beiya straightened up, didn't look at Mo Shisheng again, and turned to walk into the house, probably to take a bath.
Pulling herself back to reality, Mo Shisheng sighed deeply. There were still twenty-eight days left, and she didn't want to waste any more time arguing.
While she was drifting off to sleep, Mo Shisheng was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace, which jolted her awake.
She glanced down at the arm across her waist, her brows furrowing slightly. When she raised her hand to try to move Ming Beiya's hand away, the man's grip tightened.
Mo Shisheng pursed her lips, thinking that Ming Beiya probably hadn't slept in the same bed with Ling Qi either. This was a habit he had developed when he used to sleep with her; he felt more comfortable sleeping with her in his arms.
With the man's warm embrace behind her and his scent surrounding her nose, Mo Shisheng slept soundly and peacefully.
The next day.
When Mo Shisheng woke up, it was already late. She struggled to open her eyes and tried to sit up, but she couldn't muster any strength.
Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully. Ling Qi's eyes were still bloodshot. Her vision was not greatly affected, but it was still very painful, and she could not get them wet at all.
When Ling Qi saw the culprit who had caused her so many injuries lying on Ming Beiya's bed, she trembled with rage. "Mo Shisheng, have you no shame?"
Waking up to hear the voice of someone you dislike is a really unpleasant feeling.
Fortunately, he slept soundly and comfortably; otherwise, Mo Shisheng's temper would never have been so good.
I wanted to sit up in bed, but I don't know if it's because I slept for too long, but I felt sluggish and weak all over, and even lifting my hand felt difficult.
However, this scene had a different meaning in Ling Qi's eyes. Her bloodshot eyes widened, "Mo Shisheng, what did you do with Ming Beiya last night? Why were you sleeping in his bedchamber!"
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