"Jian Xi, can you be a little nicer to me?"
His tone was somewhat humble, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. The domineering air was gone, replaced by the gentle grace of a good man.
Jian Xi spread her hands. "How am I not being nice? Since you were injured and hospitalized, haven't I been by your side, helping you recover?"
He made her compassionate care sound like the reluctant work of a nanny.
As Jian Xi spoke, Si Yuhuan's expression darkened.
Just when Jian Xi thought her words would drive Si Yuhuan away, he lay down on her bed, pulling her blanket and pillow to himself. "I pulled my wound when I came up. It's not good for me to move now. I'm tired. Let's sleep."
Rogue!
Jian Xi's eyes widened as she stared at him. Her lips moved, but no words came out. Huffing, she turned and went to the guest room next door.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. What on earth does this bastard want? To force himself on me?
