"I'm here," the man whispered in her ear, "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."
"You—" Tong Ran was speechless. So, he was pretending all along. She was furious, grabbed his hand, and started dragging him towards the door, "You're deceiving me again. Get out, go to your secondary bedroom!"
"What do you mean by my secondary bedroom?" Mo Nanjue smirked, "Wasn't it you who said that the master bedroom is for the master of the house, so I certainly should stay in the master bedroom."
"..." She felt like she had shot herself in the foot.
"You go to the secondary bedroom! I need to sleep now!"
Tong Ran tried hard to drag him, but her strength was not enough to move him—in fact, the man stood there motionless, casually slipping a hand into his pocket, watching her futile struggle. "What do you mean deceiving you again?"
She was almost spitting blood, "Haven't you deceived me enough?"
"Is it a lot?"
"You were just deceiving me now!"
