Qin Mu blinked quietly, even though her mind was in chaos and her heart was conflicted.
"What? Forgot it all?"
Mu Yichen's hand gripped hers, firmly pinning her hand to the car seat. Above her head, his dark eyes stared intensely at her, as if gentle, as if fierce.
"What if I say I've forgotten it all?"
Qin Mu asked softly, a bit timid.
"Then I'll help you remember it well!"
Mu Yichen said, pulling her shirt out from her waist.
"Who tries to help their wife remember her past with other guys? How much do you want me to remember other men?"
Qin Mu's voice remained low, but she indeed had some doubts about him.
Mu Yichen's grip unconsciously tightened a bit more, pinching her chest, causing a slight pain.
Qin Mu frowned, tears almost welling up: "Mu Yichen!"
"Going to teach me a lesson?"
Mu Yichen asked in a low voice.
Qin Mu could not express her grievance, pitifully closed her mouth, her chin suddenly tightening, only stubbornly, tearfully gazing at him.
