"Hmm?"
Mu Yichen's voice was a bit hoarse.
"Aren't you uncomfortable?"
Qin Mu asked him softly.
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly: "What do you think?"
"Then why are you..."
Qin Mu didn't finish her question, vaguely sensing something.
"Does your stomach not hurt anymore?"
Mu Yichen asked her in a low, husky voice, clearly enduring some discomfort.
"It doesn't hurt anymore!"
Qin Mu replied weakly, feeling a bit reluctant when she thought he might be holding back and feeling uncomfortable.
In a flash, Mu Yichen suddenly lunged forward, looking at the woman beneath him: "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Mu Yichen, take it or leave it!"
Qin Mu couldn't help but cover her face with her hand. His serious demeanor made her feel like if she dared to express any uncertainty, he'd tear her apart.
Take it or leave it?
Of course, he wanted to take it!
