Perhaps, he married her just because he wanted to take responsibility for the child, not because he fell in love with her.
Actually, she was content with this, even if he didn't love her, at least he was no longer cold.
The door opened, revealing Qin Feimo fresh from a shower, dressed in casual clothes, his hair still damp.
Seeing him like this, a blush suddenly flashed across Feng Jinglei's fair cheeks, and she lowered her eyelids, "Um, Grandma is looking for you."
"I've prepared the room, you can sleep here tonight."
After saying this, he turned back into the room, grabbed a blanket and pillow, and was about to go downstairs.
Watching his retreating figure, Feng Jinglei suddenly spoke up, "Um, you really don't need to, you don't have to sleep on the sofa."
He paused, his dark eyes squinting slightly, turning his head to look at her with interest, "Are you suggesting we sleep together?"
She was taken aback, realizing that he misunderstood her.
