He came back quickly, within just an hour.

But during this hour, I had already tidied up the dining table, put the red wine in the cabinet, washed the dishes, had a video call with my mom, and then took a shower and lay down in the bedroom.

The living room was not lit, and after he entered, he habitually called my name, "Huanhuan."

I lay in the bedroom without making a sound.

Soon, he turned the doorknob and came in.

"Huanhuan," he sat down by the bed, his voice softened, "Are you asleep?"

No response, he lay down and reached out to wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him.

"Cold." I discreetly pushed him away.

"Are you angry?" His tone remained gentle.

I sighed helplessly with my eyes closed, "Why do you keep asking me that these past few days? Is there something that made me angry?"

My words left him speechless.

Perhaps sensing the coldness in my attitude, he unconsciously leaned closer, "I was just escorting her..."

He probably wanted to explain, but I didn't have the mood to listen anymore, "Go to sleep, I'm a bit tired. You came back from outside, and you have a strong cold aura. Don't touch me."

Hearing this, he anxiously reached out to check my forehead, "Huanhuan, are you feeling unwell?"

I buried my head in the pillow, "No, I'll be fine after a good sleep."

Guan Mo, taking care of two women at the same time, aren't you tired?