Mu Yichen guessed, and his guess was spot on.
Qin Mu felt a sense of defeat rising within her and sighed helplessly, "You're no fun!"
Mu Yichen smiled faintly, "How about I do something fun?"
Before Qin Mu could refuse, she was easily pinned down on the sofa. "Hey! This is your office!"
"Yeah! I like it here!"
Mu Yichen's voice was low, his dark lashes so close to her eyes, as if a slight movement would cause them to touch.
Qin Mu involuntarily lowered her eyes, feeling a bit shy under his deep gaze.
"Even though it's quite thrilling, aren't you afraid Secretary Xi might suddenly knock on the door?"
Just as Qin Mu was about to kiss him, she suddenly pushed against his shoulder, remembering the last time they were interrupted, she still had some lingering trauma.
Mu Yichen looked at her beautiful face, those alluring lips, and the softness and resilience resting in his hands. Although unwilling, he had no choice but to slowly straighten up.
