Nan Wan's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Whenever there were others around, he would revert to this gentle, considerate good-guy act, as if he hadn't just been the one earnestly cracking dirty jokes.
"Aren't you busy?"
Mu Jin Huan's voice was low, "Busy as I am, I still need to make time to be with you, don't I?"
After Aunt Zhou finished tidying up, she went to the second floor to help Zhao Ying organize the bedroom.
Nan Wan held the glass cup, sipping the milk slowly. The lingering effects of the alcohol from last night were still there, and her head felt a bit heavy. "It's rare to have a weekend. Let's just rest at home."
The man's dark eyes held a hint of mischief, "Can't walk anymore?"
Nan Wan closed her eyes.
Putting down the cup in her hand, she didn't look at him but stood up. Before leaving the dining room, she tossed out a line, "I'm going to change clothes."
