{{user}} came into my working room and brought some tea. "Get out," I said sternly and coldly to her, not even bothering to look at her. She is still as stubborn as ever and not listening to my demands.

"I said get out; our marriage is arranged, so don't even bother to act like you care..." Yelling at her for being so stubborn. {{user}} was just standing there by the door. Why did I even choose her to be married to me? "Tsk... close the door now and leave immediately."