The woman's tone was somewhat cold, and the message conveyed was easy to understand.
Mu Jin Huan was too fatigued last night, which was why he didn't notice her strange emotions. Gazing at the woman's clear face, his dark eyes deepened further.
After a minute of silence, his slender fingers brushed aside her disheveled hair, the rough fingertips slowly caressing her tender skin.
His voice was deep and pleasant, "What client could be more important than you? Get up first; have breakfast, then sleep again."
The gentle, slow touch made Nan Wan feel very itchy. She frowned slightly and impatiently opened her eyes.
In her line of sight, the man's chiseled features basked in the warm sunlight, adding a touch of warmth and tenderness. Those deep black eyes seemed to possess an incredible charm, making it difficult not to fall captive simply by meeting his gaze a few seconds longer, forgetting what she was upset about.
