The curtains were tied on both sides. It was about two or three in the afternoon, and there was still sunlight in the study, with the warm light enveloping the two people.
In this home, or more specifically, in front of Mrs. Mu, Mu Jin Huan's sharp features always appeared gentle.
The deep black eyes carried a hint of a smile.
His thin lips parted gently, speaking unhurriedly, "The words I expect to hear are not just 'thank you.'
The man's fingertips, calloused and rough, brushed over the skin, creating a sensation that was neither quite itchy nor uncomfortable, so Nan Wan did not move.
"I was just saying it casually. Can't you also just listen casually?"
Although she appeared lazy on the outside, she whispered to herself again in her heart.
Mu Huan, thank you.
"Uninteresting, you can watch it yourself," Mu Jin Huan's tone remained unchanged, though the warmth in his voice faded a little.
As he spoke, he withdrew the arm resting on the woman's shoulder and got up to work.
