Mo Nanjue's handsome face was gloomy, his expression unreadable. He held her waist, pulling her towards the bed, "Lie down. Do you want to miscarry from excessive fright?"
"Speak up! Why are you changing the subject? Aren't you angry? Just say it!" Tong Ran reached out and hit his shoulder repeatedly. She was no match for his strength and was already pushed down on the bed, "Let go of me! If you don't speak today, don't leave. I said I would change. I said I'm sorry..."
Mo Nanjue pursed his lips without saying a word. He pulled the quilt around her shivering body, then reached for the remote at the bedside and adjusted it to warm air, "Sleep. I'll wake you when the porridge is delivered."
His cold demeanor was even more unbearable. Tong Ran stubbornly sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I don't want you to leave..."
Her arms were locked tightly, her face almost pressing against his, "Mo Nanjue..."
The man frowned slightly and forcefully pulled her arms apart.
