After a while, Wan Donglin quietly opened the door, finding her sound asleep. He tiptoed to her bedside under the dim light. Her face held a hint of a smile. Perhaps she was having a good dream. One of her hands was sticking out from under the blanket, and he noticed it was a bit cold. He gently pulled the blanket over her.
He was very tired, and the bed felt so inviting with her sleeping on it. However, remembering the cold and disdainful look in her eyes, he forced himself to hold back. Hey, Yan Xixi, I refuse to believe you will maintain this attitude towards me forever.
Besides, is Huang Xiaojue really that great? Just because he was willing to put her name on a property deed? Is half a house really that important? In that case, isn't the boutique I gifted her far more valuable than a house?
Women's thoughts are sometimes truly unpredictable.
