Mu Yichen stood with his hands on his hips, almost ready to explode with anger, yet he had to hold it in.
"Qin Mu, I advise you not to go too far. I've been holding back for the past few days. What more do you want?"
Mu Yichen was furious.
Only then did Qin Mu slightly open her eyes, thinking how she too had been holding back these days.
"Then if we don't hold back, what do we do?"
Qin Mu slightly lifted her upper body, her crystal-clear eyes looking at him, asking softly.
The quiet room seemed to have sounds not belonging to the two of them, as if the air urged them to start quarreling quickly.
But as the two looked into each other's eyes, seeing themselves reflected in each other, in the end, they continued to endure.
Qin Mu choked up involuntarily, feeling that he had already lain down on the sofa, and was about to turn off the lights, when she turned around, seeing he had already sat next to her.
"You..."
