"Because I'm more compassionate?"
Mu Yichen raised his eyebrow, with a half-smile.
"No way! It's definitely because you talk less!"
Qin Mu held in a laugh and talked to him.
Mu Yichen also laughed, then sat behind her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
Qin Mu felt a little ticklish on her shoulder, then soon, she raised her hand to grab his hand.
"Mu Yichen, you..."
"Stop, that's the hand I injured."
Qin Mu...
Mu Yichen chuckled smugly, watching her frustrated expression, unable to deal with him.
"Tonight I want to rest! No messing around!"
Qin Mu mumbled.
Mu Yichen, upon hearing this, showed a touch of concern in his wicked eyes: "Rest?"
"Yes!"
Qin Mu said, as she went to bed.
Mu Yichen then straightened up, sat on the back of the sofa, watching the woman who went to bed and prepared to sleep like she was assembling a doll, why was he particularly dissatisfied with this result?
