"So, what the Lord Magician means is that he wants me, a weak woman, to sleep on the cold, hard floor while you sleep on the soft and comfortable bed alone, right?" Yue Ran sneered. "Andre, I did not expect you to be so ungrateful as to bully a weak woman who was utterly helpless after the same woman had helped you."
"I did not!" Andre exclaimed. This is slander!
He was so angry that his wound throbbed painfully. It was a mistake; he should not have talked to her. This woman had an uncanny ability to turn black into white with ease and hurl dirty water at someone whenever they dared to disagree with her.
Yue Ran continued to say, "Well, if that is the case, then you should go and sleep on the floor."
Andre gritted his teeth, angry and powerless as he spat out, "You clearly know that I can't move my body, so how can I move to the floor?"
Yue Ran stretched, and a yawn slipped from her lips. She then walked over and climbed into the bed with calmness in her eyes.
