"Not really, wife, you're so harsh." Xi Yemo frowned deeply.
Lying on the bed, Lan Xin Ai hummed, "Tonight, tomorrow night, and the entire week we'll sleep in separate rooms."
"Why?"
The man was puzzled; he hadn't done anything wrong, so why should they sleep in separate rooms?
"Husband, I'm going to sleep now, good night."
The little lady didn't want to waste words with him, exhausted from the night's turmoil; all she wanted now was a good sleep.
When Xi Yemo heard no more sounds inside, he wasn't annoyed but turned around, drank a glass of water, and then slowly walked to the door saying, "Little Yan, your mummy doesn't want us father and son anymore, we are so pitiful."
Little Yan?
The little lady on the bed suddenly turned over, without thinking rushed out of the bed to open the door.
The first thing she saw was Mr. Xi's face, and besides that, no other shadow.
