As soon as he entered the room, a pillow came hurtling towards him.
Mo Yinhe caught it accurately, placed the pillow on the bed, walked up to Si Mingjing, and gently grazed her cheek with his hand.
"Angry?"
"Mo Yinhe, you asshole!"
Si Mingjing knocked Mo Yinhe's hand away.
She was very angry, yet for some reason, despite being furious, the sense of loss she had felt before sleeping had vanished into thin air.
Mo Yinhe pulled her into his embrace and explained with a smile, "I knew you wouldn't come with me willingly, so I had to act first and report later. You have so many reasons not to leave, and each one leaves me with no rebuttal. But Mingjing, I just want to take you away. If you're angry, just keep sticking me with needles. Stick them wherever you want."
"In your dreams!"
Si Mingjing kicked him in frustration.
