She then paused and looked at him with a questioning gaze, "What's wrong, aren't we going to do it?"
"..."
Her sudden obedience momentarily threw the man off balance. He gripped her hand, pulling up her partly undone nightgown, "What have you done today to wrong me?"
"What?"
"Otherwise, why are you suddenly so obedient?"
"Is it bad that I'm obedient?" Tong Ran, barefoot, shivered on the cold wooden floor, "Mo Nanjue, I'm obedient every day, quietly waiting here for you to come back, isn't this what you've always wanted?"
Waiting for you to come back... to bless me with your presence.
She swallowed the last two words, still not voicing them.
Her words suddenly left the man speechless. Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes. Yes, she was right. Wasn't this exactly what he had wished for, her obedience?
But why, upon seeing her so quiet and submissive, did he feel a sense of panic?
