Mo Ran huffily let go of his hand, hands on hips as she glared at him.
Gu Yixuan gave her a casual glance and called to the maid, "Throw away all those discs."
The maid looked at Mo Ran in a quandary, who was vigorously shaking her head at her.
"Throw them all away!" Gu Yixuan stressed.
"Yes," the maid reluctantly began to sort through the discs, and Mo Ran did not try to stop her.
Grabbing a pen and paper, she gritted her teeth and wrote down a sentence.
’If you dare throw them away, I’ll throw you out!’
Gu Yixuan saw it and scoffed, "Oh, getting bold, are we? Daring to compare me with a bunch of discs."
Mo Ran nervously swallowed, handing him another note.
’If you don’t throw them away, I won’t throw you out.’
"What if I insist on throwing them away?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow nonchalantly, his gaze sharply fixing on her.
What to do, should she really throw him out?
The maid had already packed up all the discs, filling a large plastic bag and was about to walk outside with it.
Mo Ran jumped up and grabbed the bag, shaking her head furiously.
Don’t throw them away, if they had to go, at least let her finish watching them first.
Seeing her pitiful look, the maid couldn’t bear to speak to Gu Yixuan, "Second Young Master, why not keep them? Miss Mo is quite bored at home, and watching TV helps pass the time."
"That’s precisely because she’s too bored and watches all this nonsense that her mind starts to wander. Throw them all away, not one should be kept."
"This..." The maid looked at Mo Ran, troubled, "Miss Mo, let go. They’re just discs, no need to get mad at the Second Young Master over them."
Mo Ran didn’t really care about the discs, but Gu Yixuan’s attitude was genuinely making her a little angry.
Not wanting to trouble the maid, she let go, and went upstairs without looking back, each step heavier than the last.
"Could Miss Mo be angry?"
Gu Yixuan shook his head affectionately, "No, she wouldn’t get mad at me over something so trivial."
The maid gave him a strange look. Really?
Sometimes, women can make a big fuss over the most trivial things.
Second Young Master, are you really sure she won’t be mad at you?
Of course, the maid could only question this in her mind, definitely not daring to say it out loud.
Mo Ran, fuming, returned to her bedroom, grabbed a pillow imagining it was Gu Yixuan, and beat it fiercely before lying on the bed, gasping for breath, deflated. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Life was indeed boring without TV.
After lying there for a while, she opened her laptop to look up how to start a dance class.