Seeing the guarded look in her eyes, Mu Lingchuan suddenly felt a rush of anger.
He stood up abruptly and walked towards her.
She wouldn't come over? Fine, then he would go to her.
This distance, it always had to be closed; if she wouldn't move, he would.
If she retreated, he would move ten times faster, leaving her no room to retreat!
Zimo didn't even realize when she started backing away.
She wasn't afraid of anything, but now, seeing Mu Lingchuan approach with a cold face, she felt inexplicably... a little scared.
Before she knew it, she had backed up to the wall.
Looking up, Mu Lingchuan's tall figure loomed over, pinning her lightly between the wall and his body.
"Mr. Mu..." This position... was so strange!
"I will soon be your husband, don't you think 'Mr. Mu' sounds too distant?"
Mu Lingchuan's hawk-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes: "Do you not realize that you'll soon be my wife?"
