When you like someone, even their constant nagging can be endearing. But when you dislike them, you wish you could just shut them up for saying even one more word.
Clearly, Luo Zikun felt this way about Miss Chai.
"Alright, it isn't, then it isn't." Luo Zikun waved her away, turned over, and showed his back to Miss Chai, settling in for an afternoon nap.
Miss Chai was dumbfounded. Was Luo Zikun really treating her so coldly? How was she supposed to conceive then?
"Husband?" Miss Chai attempted to be pleasant, her voice soft.
Luo Zikun, upon closing his eyes, couldn't help but think of Chai Eying's smooth, plump face and starry bright eyes. Hearing Miss Chai's voice just irritated him, so he ignored her.
"Husband..." Miss Chai whined, inching closer to Luo Zikun.
"Will you knock it off?" Luo Zikun snapped, "Get out!"
Miss Chai felt so wronged that her eyes turned red, "We haven't seen each other in three months, I just wanted to talk to you," she pouted.
