Chapter 20 (2/2)

She was not about to torture herself!

However, hearing that he was busy for the past two nights without really getting any sleep, she guessed that he probably only snoozed sometimes, and took some time to rest during the day so he did not get much rest for the past two days. No matter how childish Anhao appeared to be she knew that asking him to give her the bed was too much.

Her steps were heavy as she walked to the bed, after two steps she stopped. “How about I go to the sofa…”

“Gu Anhao, just how did you describe that Year 3 female student that day?”

Anhao was stunned for a moment, she then quickly reacted. He was sarcastically saying that she was like that white lotus Hanru, mocking her that she was acting reserved!

‘F*ck!’

She silently rolled her eyes, stood by the bed and muttered unconvinced, “Why do I need to share a bed with you?”

“Because I’m your husband.”

“…”

Anhao was speechless. She lifted the blanket and dove under it, even though she had on an expression that said she wanted to die.

“You plan to use the rooms on the second floor like this?”

Anhao, who planned to stay under the blankets and go to sleep directly, poked her head out after hearing his words.

Seeing that he was looking at her drafts, she held out her hand and pointed. “That room has ample sunlight, and it has a big balcony. You can see the best view of Liujing Residence from the terrace, I think that room suits me best as my bedroom.

“For the others, since you insisted that I start studying and turn over a new leaf, then leave that as my study, my personal space, for this room…I don’t have a lot of clothes, but since it’s such a big room it’s suitable as a changing room, I also made some other arrangements…”

Even though it was just sketches drawn using pencil, every line and drawing—even the arrangements that Anhao laid out was well calculated.

He did not realize that this girl had talent in designing. Then her taste in aesthetics should not be a problem. That meant that the bizarre dressing style of hers at the bar had been intentional.

“The bedroom sketch of the second floor was drawn with great detail, clearly you started with the bedroom first when you drafted.” Zuo Hancheng put the papers aside, and glanced at Anhao who was still hiding under the blankets. “Is that how badly you want to sleep apart from your husband?”

Seeing that he was going under the blanket, like he was about to make a move on her, Anhao clutched the blanket tightly. “I think I better sleep on the couch…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Zuo Hancheng was already on top of her. “I don’t make it a habit of ignoring my wife. Between sleeping on the couch and sleeping beside me, don’t you think you’re making the wrong choice?”

She felt that the man’s hands had become restless and were starting to move recklessly on her body. Anhao was speechless and choked, she quickly lifted her hands and grabbed his. “I think you should have an affair! I’m still young and I’m not suited for you!”

“Whether you are suitable or not, how do you know before even trying?” The man had successfully unbuttoned the front buttons of her pajamas

When Anhao was out shopping yesterday, she had used his card to buy some junk food. She had bought her daily supplies using her own money. He now realized that she had bought such a reserved set of pajamas—it was the complete opposite of her usual arrogant thug getup that she had at the bar.

As he patiently unbuttoned the buttons on her chest, easily locking her limbs which were flailing about as Anhao planned to flee from him, Anhao struggled to lift her hand and pushed him on the chest separating their bodies. “Zuo! Han! Cheng!”

Just as she got back the freedom of one of her hands, the man had leaned down on her lips. With absolute strength he restrained her until Anhao felt her whole body going stiff, but realized that she could not fight against this man.