Mu Yichen originally intended to ask her to walk back to the room with him, but when he looked back and saw her shaking her head vigorously, he knew that she had been looking up for too long, so he went back to her, picked her up, and carried her upstairs.
"Mu Yichen, you..."
"Want to put you down?"
"No!"
The words that were about to slip out were indeed as he had asked, but then she thought, why should she get down? Just exhaust him to death!
Qin Mu put all her weight on one of his shoulders, oblivious to the fact that he was carrying her effortlessly, as if she were featherlight.
Although she was not as light as a feather, the idea of trying to overwhelm him was foolish.
Back in the room, he bowed his head and tossed her onto the bed, where her slender body bounced slightly, then she looked around dizzily, not sure where to focus.
He started unbuttoning his shirt, standing by her legs, and asked her in her dazed state, "Have you taken a shower?"
"No! I’ve showered!"
She was almost dizzy from being tossed, but it seed she still had a sliver of common sense, at least knowing this was not the ti to say she hadn’t showered.
In fact, she had indeed showered; she had just wanted to contradict him, but then the thought that he might drag her into the bathroom for a round made her chicken out and admit that she had showered.
"Behave and wait for ! Otherwise..."
"I know!"
Qin Mu imdiately acted like a clever, strange girl, to which President Mu nodded in approval, satisfied with her performance, and then he turned and went to the bathroom.
Only after he left did Qin Mu instantly get up and go downstairs to look for her bag, and then found her mobile phone to text Helian Hao.
Little did she know, Helian Hao only replied after half a year: "I’m at ho, trapped by Jing Jian!"
Qin Mu...
Well! For Jing Jian to trap Mrs. Jing was indeed an easy task.
Helian Hao had originally wanted to go out for a drink with her to clear her mind, but she didn’t even open her door. Jing Feng had locked the door and was sitting on a stool, guarding it.
So when Mu Yichen called, Helian Hao was just wondering how to tell Qin Mu that she couldn’t go out.
But Qin Mu was unaware of all this and feared that she stood up her friend, worried that Helian Hao would be disappointed or sad.
Helian Hao didn’t even have ti to be sad, for she was in the midst of a battle with a man.
As Qin Mu pondered what Helian Hao might be doing with Jing Feng at ho, Mu Yichen erged from the shower wrapped in a large towel.
His lean, well-built legs caught Qin Mu’s eye, and after a casual glance, she couldn’t look away.
Mu Yichen, looking at the bag on the bed, instructed, "Put the bag on the sofa."
Qin Mu subconsciously grabbed her bag that she had thrown on the bed and tossed it onto the sofa, not wanting to leave the bed at all now.
Lying on the bed later, Mu Yichen pulled her over without a word, diving straight in with her hands.
Mu Yichen simply lay there observing her movents until he realized where her hand was heading and quickly grabbed it: "Mrs. Mu..."
"Mrs. Mu?"
Qin Mu was taken aback, gave him a glance, then suddenly grinned: "Are you calling , President Mu?"
She mischievously called out to him in return.
Mu Yichen originally wanted to tease her further, but upon hearing her call him "President Mu," he quickly flipped her over.
"Say it again?"
His voice was cold and questioning.
"Are you trying to break my wrist?"
Qin Mu didn’t say a word, just struggled to raise her head to look at her hand, which he had raised above her temple.
Mu Yichen then slightly relaxed his grip, but did not let go of her.
"Mu Yichen, can you not be so rough, please?"
Qin Mu looked at him pleadingly after he loosened his grip on her.
Mu Yichen lowered his head to her forehead, his chilly breath misting her face, "What exactly should you call ?"
"Anything is fine!"
She answered, as long as he was happy, she would call him anything.
"Then call ’husband’!"
He sneered, rubbing his forehead against hers, and then commanded.
"Fine! Husband!"
It’s not like she hadn’t called him that before!
"Call that outside too! In front of the whole world!"
His voice was very soft, but it weighed so heavily in her heart!
In public? In front of the whole world?
She didn’t even know if his heart still cared about her as it did before, how could she do that?
Actually, she truly felt, not long ago, that they would last a lifeti as long as they tried.
But all of a sudden...
She felt that the fantasy was too perfect!
Maybe they would beco quiet forr lovers in the future!
Or perhaps they would soon part ways!
Or maybe, after many years, when they t again, they would only laugh and say to each other, "Long ti no see!"
Then they would fall silent.
That silence...
She didn’t dare to think further, only gazing quietly at him with her keen eyes, wanting to see into the depths of his eyes!
The deepest depths!
But that turned out to be quite a difficult thing, as if he had had enough of her scrutinizing gaze, he suddenly pressed his fierce kiss upon her lips, gently nibbling and tugging, allowing her to distinctly feel the slight pain accumulating...
"What on earth do you think about all day? Hmm?"
He kissed her, and when he felt that the kiss wasn’t what he expected, he couldn’t help but stop and, with a bitter smile, ask her, searching in her eyes with his dark ones.
Qin Mu also gazed quietly at him, and when he felt that the kiss was different from before, didn’t she feel the sa way too?
They were still in tune with each other, sensing each other’s intentions just the sa.
She raised her hand, gently caressing the distinct contours of his face, gazing lovingly at his face, his nose, his brows and eyes—
The room was so quiet, quiet enough that she could clearly feel his heartbeat, so intense atop her own.
She quietly looked at him, looking into the gaze he levelled at her.
They saw themselves reflected in each other’s eyes, and at the sa ti, they saw the helplessness.
Qin Mu’s other hand also rose, stroking the other half of his face.
"Mu Yichen!"
She couldn’t help but softly call out to him!
Mu Yichen once again lowered his head, quietly yet forcefully rubbing against her forehead.
Qin Mu did not feel pain on her forehead; instead, her heart ached.
She just held his face, feeling his warmth with both hands that stroked his face so tenderly, wanting to retain his warmth a little longer.
For the next ten years, twenty years, throughout a very long life, she hoped she could still feel this warmth, even if they parted ways.
"Mu Yichen, do you still love ?"
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