Pei Zhi followed her into the bed and asked pleadingly, "Then how can you forgive me?"
Lin Jiao spat out the fruit core into his palm and pointed at the bedside table. "You're not allowed to use it for three days."
"Honey…"
"There's no room for discussion." She realized that he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"How about two days?" Pei Zhi pressed his forehead against hers, his voice coaxing.
Lin Jiao didn't budge. "No." She stuffed another cherry into her mouth. "Not even half a day less."
"I will lose my sleep if you are so cruel to me."
"Why didn't I see you lose sleep in the past?"
"It's different." Pei Zhi threw the fruit core she spat out into the trash can and said in a low voice, "In the past, we never did it."
He thought it was very difficult to quit smoking.
But now, something even harder to quit than smoking appeared.