"I can't help it!"
Mu Yichen patiently explained, his thin lips gently playing with her soft lips.
Qin Mu...
——
If possible, she really wanted to be a man, the kind with great strength, and give Mu Yichen a good beating.
But reality is always cruel; that night, the one who was ruthlessly tormented was her.
Until later, when he had had enough and she couldn't move, letting him lie beside her and gently caress her, everything seemed to return to calm.
"Are you hungry? I heard you didn't eat anything for lunch?"
Mu Yichen, after eating his fill, was in good spirits to feed Mrs. Mu.
Listening to his gentle inquiry, Qin Mu couldn't muster any good temper for him, like a proud child, turning her head to look elsewhere, unwilling to give him any other reaction.
"What did Jian Yan say to make you so angry?"
Mu Yichen's fingers gently touched her face, asking.
"It's clearly you who made me angry!"
Qin Mu then turned her head, looking at him with such stubborn and angry eyes.
