"Familiarity breeds fondness!"
Qin Mu gave her an answer, then leaned back into his seat, presenting a state of paralysis.
Xiaoi chuckled upon hearing those four words, "Aren’t those words ant to be said to a lover?"
"You are my lover too!"
Qin Mu thought, or perhaps you are more like a lover to than anyone else.
As for Mu Yichen, she wasn’t the least bit interested in him at the mont.
In the afternoon, she slept in the studio while the others worked.
In the evening, when she returned ho, it was all about taking care of the children, then eating, and putting the children to bed.
It was just this evening when she carried her son out of the bathroom after a bath, she heard the sound of the door opening.
The sound seed sowhat urgent, and then she turned her head to see him rushing in.
Qin Mu was still holding the child in her arms, but he suddenly approached and forcefully grabbed one of her hands.
Qin Mu...
She couldn’t help but stare straight at him, "What are you doing?"
Those four words, devoid of warmth, filled with bafflent.
"Where were you injured?"
Mu Yichen anxiously asked.
Qin Mu’s heart pounded, but then she said, "Who said I was injured?"
She snatched her hand back from his palm, then, holding her son with disdain for him, she approached the bed and gently laid her son down on it.
Mu Yichen felt a sourness in his heart; he had received a call from the hospital, fearing she was seriously injured.
But now it seed that there was nothing serious, he had hung up the phone in his anxiousness before listening to the doctor completely, but now...
He just watched the little guy occupy the spot that used to belong to him, feeling an internal turmoil.
He stood with his hands on his hips for a while, and only after she put the child down did he step forward again, seizing both of her hands, bending down to take a serious look.
When he noticed a small hole on her left index finger, he imdiately let go of the other hand and brought the injured finger close to his eyes, "You call this not injured?"
"Such a trifle, and you bothered to co all the way here?"
Qin Mu asked, wondering why he had co back, considering he hadn’t even bothered to get out of the car when the police stopped her that morning.
She really wanted to kick him away, sending him flying down from the upstairs, better if he too beca disabled.
In her heart, she had several excuses for hurting him, so she forcefully pulled her hand out from his grasp.
But he held on very tightly.
"What did it get pierced by?"
"What else could such a small wound be from? Of course, it’s from a needle."
Qin Mu answered, but her tone was a bit forceful.
It was the needle from the sewing machine. She had simply wanted to tidy up that piece of fabric, a task that was nothing but simple for her, and everyone was crowding around to admire her skill when sohow, her finger got caught in it.
The machine’s needle was so far away from the board, Qin Mu later thought to herself and mustered to express no words, how could she be so foolish.
Did she want to beco one with the fabric?
"It’s fine to be angry with , but isn’t it a bit too much to torture yourself like this?"
Mu Yichen finally lifted his eyes to look at her.
A thousand reasons had barely kept him calm alone in the apartnt.
But one reason, caused him to rush back ho.
Seeing her stubbornness, her feigned indifference, even as a man, he felt a heartache.
Qin Mu stubbornly looked back at him, listening to the concern in his voice, yet still biting her lip, trying not to show too much emotion.
"You did it on purpose, right? To rush back for such a minor thing."
Qin Mu lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.
The stubbornness in her voice was undeniable.
Mu Yichen also lowered his head, "I was just worried about you! Could such a thing be fake?"
After hearing his words, Qin Mu didn’t speak further and her eyelashes flickered slightly.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly beca different; the air seed to be quietly condensing, and if it wasn’t broken soon, sothing unexpected might happen.
However, on the bed was another little fellow, eyes wide open, ears perked up, quietly eavesdropping.
Oh no, the little guy was listening openly.
It’s just that the two of them had montarily forgotten about Mu Chengyang on the bed.
The sudden silence in the air, Qin Mu with a lowered head, "Let go of !"
Her voice, faint to the point of barely audible.
Mu Yichen slightly lifted his gaze, at that mont he truly had an urge to kiss her.
But he feared that she would slap him and then bla him yet again.
Thinking back to when he couldn’t stand it and had his way, not caring whether she was happy or willing.
But now, he actually didn’t dare.
Just because she said he didn’t respect her enough.
Mu Yichen let go of her hand, "I’ll check on the son before I leave."
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