In the bedroom, the light was dim. Gu Jiangnian rolled up his shirt sleeves and stared at Jiang Muwan with a heavy gaze, mimicking her actions with a flare of his nose, "Whose jar of vinegar has spilled over?"
At his words, Jiang Muwan choked up. She lashed out with a kick at the man sitting on the bed, but Gu Jiangnian seemed to have anticipated her actions, catching her foot in his hand.
"Attacking without even knowing the facts?" His brow furrowed slightly, his look at Jiang Muwan tinged with displeasure.
Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, his usual restraint was nowhere to be found.
Even the tone of his voice carried a hint of hostility.
But who was Jiang Muwan?
She was adept at catching the nuances in any conversation: "Are you shouting at me?"
"When did I ever shout at you?" he asked calmly.
"You're actually shouting at me?"
"When the hell did I ever shout at you?" Gu Jiangnian's voice rose sharply, his gaze at Jiang Muwan flickering with anger.
