Turning his head, he coagulated her face, with deep phoenix eyes and hesitation. "It‘s my turn to ask you."

"What?"

"All of a sudden, what do you want to do?"

"Suddenly what?" Breaking free from his hand, she continued to wipe his hair. "Suddenly you are good to you, and you begin to think about things again."

His thin lip hook, gripped her wrist again, stopped her movement, and pulled her to the front with a slight force.

Her slender fingers pinched her lower jaw and lifted it up.

Rowan locked her pupil eyes. "Pupil, don‘t play tricks on me. You know it‘s useless, right?"

"I don‘t have it." Claudia rolled his eyes and his hand fell on his face. "Rowan, I just want to tell you that separation is good for us all."

When he heard the word "separate" from her mouth, his face suddenly changed.

Pushing her away, she stood up, "I think it‘s fine now."

"Is it?" Looking absent－minded somewhere, Claudia murmured, "Do you really think it‘s good?"

"Yes."

"Good." Nodding, she got up and stood on the bed, looking at him from a high position. "Then prove it to me."

"Proof?"

"Yes, prove it." Pointing to the bed, she said coldly, "I have lost all your sleeping pills."

"You!"

"Now, let me see one of you first."

"Pupil pupil." Rowan twisted his eyebrows. "Don‘t mess around."

Claudia lowered his eyes and clenched his hands on his side. "Do you think I am nonsense, and I also think you are nonsense! Do you use sugar beans as sleeping pills? Do you want to eat it?"

He didn‘t speak.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"What‘s the matter? Isn‘t sleeping very simple? Mr. Rowan can‘t do it? Is it because the enemy‘s daughter is on the side that she feels guilty?"

"Claudia!"

"What!"

"Don‘t force me." Rowan gritted his teeth and said, "Don‘t force me."

Claudia closed his eyes and whispered, "Rowan, I didn‘t force you, you forced me. Why? Do you have to pester us to die together?"

"Are you afraid?" Rowan asked suddenly.

She‘s scared?

Yes, she is.

She was afraid of him.

She is afraid of him.

If he is not good, she will die.

"Can I not be afraid?" Claudia looked at him and smiled, "how much I cherish my life, don‘t you know? I want to live well and easily. I don‘t want to be tied to you. Rowan, that‘s not my life. You, too, don‘t live that life."

"I must live like this? You won‘t accompany me?"

"No..."

At the beginning of her "no" sound, he threw herself on the bed.

His eyes were scarlet and he wanted to tear her to pieces immediately.

Claudia smiled low, licked his dry lip and winked： "Oh, how did I forget that Mr. Rowan always does something before going to bed? Come on."

She relaxed and let others kill her. "Come on, do it."

His hand climbed up little by little and finally covered her heart.

"Is there a heart in this chest?"

"Perhaps, not really."

"Well, I don‘t think so either." Rowan smiled rather than smiled.

He laughed and she was shocked.

When her fine eyebrows puckered, she pushed him away and sat up. "Whose room is the innermost on the third floor?"

"..."

"Your moth‘s room?"

When she spoke, he grabbed her arm. "Why do you ask this?"

"Curiosity." She endured the pain and smiled and said, "Can‘t you?"

"Did Wen Jing tell you?" Rowan also smiled. "What else did she tell you?"

"Well, let me see." In thinking, Claudia tilted his head. "A lot, certainly more than you can imagine."

"And then?" He asked with great interest, "what kind of rude way do you think of? Pupil pupil," his voice was dull, and he leaned close to her ear. "This time it is different, it is different from before."

Hold her earlobe in her mouth and touch it. His hand touched her waist. "I am surprisingly patient with you. Please try."

Claudia tilted his head slightly and pressed his face against him. "Then I tried. You are not allowed to cry."

"Ha ha. Only one point, the third floor, are not allowed to go."