Sleeping should have a sense of ritual

"Damn it, where are you going in the middle of the night?"
Opelenge Barlow threw the blanket on the sofa, angrily, and stroked her hair.
The clock on the living room wall showed 8 minutes past 3 a.m.
She was still in a good mood and went to the study to check, but he was not there.
Then, there will be no place to sleep in the house.
That won't work, it's in my eldest sister's room!
Women are all sensitive.
Opelenge Barlow, afraid of this guy, went out to spend the night...