But the aches in her body linger.
She blinked somewhat bewilderedly; could it be that she said something in her sleep last night that made him angry?
At this moment, Yan Sijue also opened his eyes, his face expressionless.
Lately, he's been like this, never showing her a friendly face, so Mu Yiliang couldn't tell if he was still angry.
"Si Jue, what happened last night? Did I do something wrong?" She used her ultimate weapon, her voice full of grievance.
He paused, his voice slightly hoarse: "No, it's just that I wanted you."
Mu Yiliang was exasperated: "So you can just disregard my feelings and do whatever you want to me when you have needs?"
He raised an eyebrow: "Oh? So you're saying I can find someone else?"
"I..." Mu Yiliang choked, dejectedly saying, "Forget it, just take what you want, but at least be gentle."
"Okay." He responded softly.
So, does that mean he agreed?
"Si Jue, you're so good." She decisively interpreted it that way, smilingly kissed his cheek.
