Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: First Day of Marriage, You Want to Sleep in Separate Rooms?

However, before the cat could be put down, Mo Qian rushed over in a single stride and snatched it away.

Mo Qian instantly knew Ji Wei was sulking.

A faint smile flickered in his eyes as he leaned his breathtakingly handsome face toward her and softly asked, "If the cat sleeps on the bed, where do I sleep?"

"There are so many guest rooms; sleep wherever you want." Ji Wei shot him a glare, her tone laced with irritation.

The implication was clear—she would rather sleep with a cat than with him.

"It’s the first day of our marriage, and you want us to sleep in separate rooms? What kind of reasoning is that?" Mo Qian wasn’t angry; he simply stared at her fixedly.

Ji Wei stood up from the bed, glaring at him as she spoke up, "Give Milk back to me."

With that, she reached out, attempting to snatch the cat from his grasp.

Mo Qian raised Milk high in the air. With his towering height of nearly six feet three inches and long arms, Ji Wei couldn’t even touch the fur of Milk despite standing on tip-toe.

"I told you—it can’t appear in our bedroom."

as he watched her in obvious frustration and desperation, Mo

door, threw Milk out, and casually closed

outside only made her storm toward the door to

her hand gripped the doorknob, Mo Qian’s broad body pressed against her, pinning her down firmly against

"Let me go."

scowl

let

at her, his tone tinged

free, but it was all in vain. Her face turned red with anger, and she shouted indignantly,

Wei made it clear

abruptly, a flicker of pain gleaming in his eyes. He pursed his lips

Wei struggled, she couldn’t break free of Mo

resting her cheek against the door, motionless, as her eyes began to

had originally planned to prepare a romantic candlelit dinner

have thought she’d overhear Zhu Jianian’s voice on the phone? She kept telling herself not

to emotion. She couldn’t help but dwell on what the two might have said, nor could she stop questioning whether Mo Qian still harbored even the slightest shred of

softened his tone, speaking close to her ear,