Due to the fact that she was being hugged, Luo Anning had no choice but to lay on him. Rong Yan placed his hands behind his head and said, “Go ahead, Honey, kill me with your body. You don’t have to go easy on me.”
“Scram!”
Why would I be so stupid as to use my body to kill him!?!
Rong Yan stared at her angry face and pinched it. He chuckled and asked, “Honey, are you hungry? Shall we have some supper?”
“I’m not! You ruin my appetite.” Luo Anning smacked his hand away and rolled to the side to lie down.
Rong Yan turned over and pressed her beneath him. Glaring at her with gloomy eyes, he said, “But I’m hungry. Accompany me.”
As soon as he got off the plane, he immediately rushed to nab her. He did not feel hungry just now because he was too angry.
Now that he was no longer angry, his hunger pangs began to overwhelm him.
“Must I accompany you just because you want me to? Who do you think I am?”
Rong Yan gave it some thought and said, “My wife of course.”
Luo Anning was exasperated to hear his words. She pushed him and kicked him. “Is this how you treat your wife? You take it out on me when you’re angry and rape me when you’re upset!”
“You shouldn’t have flirted with other men in front of your husband then!”
“Since when did I flirt with Qiange? Don’t insult us with your dirty mind, okay?”
Luo Anning truly felt exhausted.
She could not communicate with him at all.
She finally knew why the divorce rate in China was so high. It turns out it was all because of the inability to communicate with idiotic men like Rong Yan.
Rong Yan’s eyes turned gloomy and he said coldly, “Anning, I know you and Qiange are just friends but I don’t like the idea of you being too close to him… Well at least, you can’t be closer to him than you are to me.”
Rong Yan sounded extremely sour.
Luo Anning stared at him in bewilderment, clearly refusing to believe that Rong Yan was the one who said that.
Rong Yan immediately got up in frustration and sat by the bed. He lit up a cigarette in anger and pulled his tie before casting it onto the ground.
Luo Anning pulled the duvet over herself and ignored him. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, the duvet was pulled away and she felt a kiss that smelled like cigarettes, being planted on her lips.
She subconsciously opened her eyes and made eye contact with him.
Rong Yan did not plan to French kiss her and hence retreated. He then said with a slight frown, “Anning… I think I fancy you… ”
Why?
He likes me? Did I hear wrongly?
“Forget it, I knew you wouldn’t believe me… I don’t believe it myself either.” Rong Yan suddenly stood up and pressed the button for room service and ordered some food.
At last, he walked towards the desk and sat down by himself. He started working and left Luo Anning alone to lie on the bed.
Soon, the hotel staff arrived with a trolley of food and placed the dishes on the coffee table. “Young Master Rong, this is the supper you ordered.”
“Okay, you may leave now.” After answering the staff coldly, Rong Yan took a seat on the couch.
He ate quietly, feeling extremely bitter. He would occasionally glance at Luo Anning who was on the bed. He grew even angrier after realizing that she was not paying attention to him at all.