"Why do you say that?"
"How could I not love you?" Zhang Yang looked at Xiao Man, slightly nervous.
He was even a bit worried that Xiao Man might have discovered something.
After all, during the time Xiao Man was away, Zhang Yang had done quite a few "bad things."
But in the next moment, he saw Xiao Man speaking with a resentful look, "If you still love me, then why didn't you touch me last night?"
"You weren't like this before. Even if we were apart for two days, you'd cling to me, hugging and kissing."
"But last night, in such a nice hotel, you did nothing?"
The more Xiao Man spoke, the angrier she became, with a hint of grievance in her eyes, tears welling up as if she might cry at any moment.
Seeing Xiao Man say this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh, yet felt a bit of heartache as he pulled Xiao Man into his arms.
"Silly, I just wanted you to have a good rest last night. You have no idea how hard it was for me to hold back."
