He Zhilan's head was resting in He Teng's arms. Hearing He Teng's words, she didn't even have the strength to lift her head, just rolled her eyes at He Teng and spat out two words, "No way."
He Teng thought he was hallucinating, pulled the woman in his arms up to face him, "Do you regret it?"
"Yeah, I regret it! I don't want to remarry you! Why should it be remarry just because you said so? It should be my call too," He Zhilan responded, and then, she simply closed her eyes, saying, "I'm really tired, I need to sleep, stop bothering me!"
Suddenly, with He Zhilan's change of heart, He Teng couldn't sleep either and got immediately anxious.
"Zhilan~" He Teng pulled her back into his embrace, "We're like this, we must remarry!"
"What are we even like?" The little woman in his arms asked lazily without even lifting her eyelids.
"Just now..." He Teng struggled for words before saying, "We did what only husbands and wives would do, I have to take responsibility."
