Mu Qian turned around, looking at the woman standing under the soft light of the bathroom, her red lips slightly parted, eyes innocent yet alluring, raising her hands like some kind of invitation. His throat moved up and down a few times, but the sound he swallowed was surprisingly calm, "I'll let Lan Ling come up to help you."
Wen Jiaren said, "Lan Ling's legs haven't healed yet, she should rest well."
"Then let Cao Kaisa come up," Mu Qian continued.
"Kaisa needs to take care of Mengmeng."
"Then let…"
"Just you."
Wen Jiaren's beautiful eyes gazed at him, determinedly repeating once again, "Just you."
He had just pulled a dagger from his heart this morning, how could she let him endure the pain of the full moon night alone again?
Mu Qian's body was very tense, he remained silent for ten seconds before speaking, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse, "I won't be able to control myself."
