Mu Bingtong regretted saying those words the moment they left her lips—he had a key, or how else could he have entered the room by himself last night?
Chu Ge looked at Mu Bingtong coldly; she was much thinner than before. Her once shoulder-length hair now reached down to her waist.
"I just came to ask if anything happened between us last night." Chu Ge's warm breath brushed against Mu Bingtong's face, carrying a faint fruity scent.
"N-nothing happened." Mu Bingtong's heart was racing uncontrollably as she avoided Chu Ge's intense gaze, not daring to look at him.
"I think neither of us wants any entanglements with each other anymore. I don't want last night's mistake to cause any misunderstandings between us."
Chu Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, moving even closer, and his words pierced Mu Bingtong's heart like a sharp sword.
Mu Bingtong's changing expression was completely visible to Chu Ge, and her heart felt nothing but pain.
