Mu Qian's gaze fell back on her face, his warm breath slowly exhaled, "Did you just dream I was forcing myself on you?"
Wen Jiaren's eyes widened. How did he know?
"Looks like I was right."
Mu Qian had guessed the gist of it, but didn't expect her dream to be so indecent, "Forget about those things Long Teng said, that's all nonsense he made up to belittle me. I won't force you unless you consent."
Wen Jiaren blinked, "Are you serious?"
"I am."
Mu Qian nodded, a smile teasing at his lips, "Of course, if you ever need anything, feel free to come to me. I'll meet your needs unconditionally."
Wen Jiaren blushed, "I don't need anything. Remember what you said tonight: you can't force me unless I consent."
This girl is clear-minded and indifferent; if you want me to consent, you might as well wait until pigs fly!
With that, she hurriedly pushed him away. Standing too close made her heart a bit frantic. She glared at him, "Walk slowly, I won't see you out."
