Mo Jingshen, I Don't Feel Like Talking to You Right Now!

A moment later, a knock resounded against the door.

Ji Nuan did not pay any attention to it. As she sat on the bed feeling stifled, she thought, Forget it. This piece of meat is covered in gold; it's far too precious and far too difficult to protect. Let them bite it away as they please. Can I not want it anymore?

Several more knocks resounded against the door. A few seconds later, the man calmly called out, "Nuan Nuan."

Ji Nuan laid on the bed and used the blanket to cover her head, unwilling to hear his voice.

Mo Jingshen knew that the door was locked from the inside and made a futile attempt to twist the doorknob. He said softly, "Nuan Nuan, open the door."

Ji Nuan did not speak, keeping herself wrapped in the blanket. She used her silence as a form of an answer.

This woman's temper came as it pleased; Mo Jingshen could not allow her to lock herself up just like this. His tone became firmer. "Ji Nuan, open the door!"