Qin Ye's heart sank when he heard "one person per room."
He gazed deeply at her.
Wanting to ask her if she was planning not to be his wife anymore?
But he swallowed the words just as they reached his lips.
Because he feared she would just answer him straightforwardly.
What would he do then?
Love arose unbidden, and with it deep affection; he had thoughts about her, but he couldn't allow her to leave and live the good days that belonged to her alone.
Perhaps, deep down, he was just that bad.
He would rather her happiness be provided by him.
"...All right, as you wish."
Pretending not to know her thoughts, anyway, he would figure something out later.
Rong Yan, thinking they had reached a mutual agreement, felt very good.
However, she suddenly remembered something, "I just saw Qin Yu had a bruise on his face. What happened to him? Did he get into a fight?"
Qin Ye: "...Yes, but he didn't lose."
Rong Yan, hearing that he hadn't lost, didn't take it to heart.
