Sheng Lingyao's eyes sank immediately, with cold light. What is she going to do?

"Xiaoyi".

Holding the pillow and quilt tightly in both hands, as if you could get some sense of security from it. Without raising your head, you would brush past him.

Sheng Lingyao grabbed her arm and asked in a calm voice, "Where are you going?"

"... I'll go to the bedroom and return it to you."

Shengling was angry and pulled hard. All the things in Qiujiayi's hands fell to the ground and he held them in his arms.

What is a room for him to sleep in? Aren't they husband and wife? Husband and wife...