"Talk about what?"
Mu Yichen’s coercive gaze swept over her, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt.
"Hey! Don’t ss around! I can’t do it now."
Qin Mu suddenly beca a bit stuttering, his movents all too familiar.
"Can’t do it? Is it the top part or the bottom part that can’t?"
Mu Yichen said, grabbing her collar with one hand. Qin Mu, reflexively led by the nose, was then pushed onto the bed.
"Ah! Mu Yichen!"
A sharp pain shot through Qin Mu, the urgent sensation of being forcefully brought down and yet almost bouncing back up.
But in the next second, Mu Yichen was on top of her, pressing against her, inciting his loss of control.
"Big temper, huh? Bring it on!"
Mu Yichen pinched her chin with one hand, rendering her speechless. How could she possibly get angry?
Her slender jade hands reflexively started slapping at his wrist, but it was like she was scratching an itch for him, utterly unable to inflict any pain.
Instantly, Mu Yichen bit down on half of her lip, pulling it lightly, and the pain nearly brought tears to her eyes.
"It hurts, stop!"
Qin Mu’s brows knitted, her chin tilted up, feeling like he would be the death of her.
She was full of anger, but why was he the one throwing a tantrum in the end?
He hadn’t uttered a single word about that Zhuo Wen matter and still had the nerve to torture her like this.
Qin Mu raised her hand to cup his face, lifting her head to capture his lips with her own, trying to lessen her own pain.
Mu Yichen hadn’t expected her to finally react, involuntarily uttering a moan, but as soon as he let down his guard, she suddenly flipped them over.
Using all her strength, her face went pale as she looked down at the arrogant man beneath her, gently slapping his face: "Bullying ? Hm?"
"So what if I’m bullying you?"
Mu Yichen grabbed her hand, and once again flipped her under him.
Qin Mu felt like her waist would break under his grip, yet she saw him towering above her: "Co on! Tell your husband exactly where you’re not resentful!"
"I have nothing to say to you."
Qin Mu actually wanted the words to co rushing out, but they got stuck in her throat in the end.
"Then let ask you, did you have Jing Feng investigate Zhuo Wen or not?"
"Yes!"
Qin Mu’s heart skipped a beat, but the next mont she stubbornly admitted it.
"And the reason?"
Mu Yichen pressed on, biting hard on her lip once more.
"She seduced my husband."
Qin Mu answered, stubborn as a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl.
"She seduced your husband? Your husband is unaware, how co?"
"I think she did! And by the ti you find out..."
The cold dishes would have turned warm.
Qin Mu turned her eyes away from him, her stubborn look gradually weakening.
"Look at !"
Mu Yichen raised his hand to pinch her chin again, but this ti, just as he gripped her chin, Qin Mu suddenly bowed her head, clasping his hands, and without a second thought, she bit down fiercely.
"Get off ! Do you think I could really say it out loud and not be angry?"
Qin Mu was irritable, and after leaving a scar between the web of his thumb and forefinger, causing him to almost gasp for air, she finally managed to push him off and sit beside him, looking at him sullenly with a cold stare.
He lay on the bed looking at the deep bite mark on his hand: "Qin Mu, bite one more ti."
Qin Mu, already fuming, imdiately pounced on him like a little wolf dog, starting to mouth his shoulder.
Mu Yichen...
What’s this called bringing trouble on oneself?
Why did he have to say that?
His face turned white with pain, but in the end, he went silent, just lying there letting her bite him.
Qin Mu gradually let go of him, then tried to get up.
But the center of her back was suddenly pressed down, and then she felt herself enveloped in an embrace, her face forced against his solid chest.
At that mont, she could still feel his fervent heartbeat, yet her own heart ached.
"Zhuo Wen is indeed still in Rongcheng, but I found out after you did. That day I went to host a dinner at AM, I ran into her and her fiancé. He insisted on contributing, so that’s how it happened."
"So if there’s nothing between you two, why didn’t you tell ?"
Qin Mu asked him.
"What about you? You’d rather go to Jing Feng than to , right?"
The room suddenly fell quiet, and she couldn’t stay lying in his arms any longer.
Mu Yichen still held her gently, while Qin Mu just slid down from his embrace and slipped away.
Qin Mu walked to the door but suddenly turned back to look at the man still lying on the bed: "Perhaps it’s because the trust between us isn’t strong enough."
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