On ordinary days, Jiang Jingheng would listen to Mu Yan in everything; if she told him to stand, he wouldn't sit; if she told him to go east, he wouldn't go west, but once in bed, he seemed like a different person, assertive and domineering, with a strong desire to dominate, leaving her no room to intervene.
Every time he pissed her off, he'd humble himself to appease her once it was over.
Mu Yan only woke up near dusk, feeling uncomfortable all over, though at least refreshed.
The silhouette beside her was gone, and the spot next to her had long grown cold, indicating he had been up for quite a while.
She curled up in the blanket, rubbing her waist, feeling utterly frustrated.
In a little while, Jiang Jingheng came in, dressed in casual home wear, holding a cup of honey water.
Mu Yan glanced at him once, immediately turned her back to him, giving him a view of her back.
