After taking a shower, Qiao Mo sat on the sofa in the living room sulking, constantly contemplating whether she should pack up and leave.
Since there's no place for her to stay, should she go out and make do for a couple of days?
But looking at the pitch-black sky outside and thinking of his cautiousness, she exhaled softly, ultimately unwilling yet reluctant.
In the end, she went into the bedroom, grabbed a quilt and planned to sleep on the sofa in the living room.
"Xiao Mo." Fu Nancheng called out to her, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Qiao Mo didn't look back, halted her steps, and said coldly, "If I wake up in the bedroom tomorrow morning, I'll pack my things and leave immediately."
After speaking, Qiao Mo went to the living room without turning back, remembering to close the bedroom door.
After all, no matter what, a tiger is always a tiger; even if it retracts its claws, it is still a tiger.
