Mu Yan's hand wandered mischievously over the man's eyebrows and eyes beside her. She had already told him not to rush back to pick her up, but he just wouldn't listen.
Sometimes she blamed herself for being so troublesome and didn't want to tell him many things.
But it seemed that facing him, any concealment felt like a crime.
Now, the only man in this world who could love her so deeply was him, while even someone as close as her father wished for her death? Ha!
Suddenly her hand was covered by a big one, and the man slowly opened his eyes, "Awake?"
Mu Yan looked at his light brown eyes and said sullenly, "Mm."
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly.
Jiang Jingheng asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"Mm." Mu Yan responded.
"Then I'll have someone bring food over." Jiang Jingheng sat up.
"Mm." Mu Yan lay on the bed, watching him get up and dress.
