Su Muyao watched as Mei Qingchen was about to pull off her clothes and saw the knife scar on her chest, realizing nothing she said could stop him.
Moreover, his phoenix-like eyes grew ever deeper and darker, and his slender fingers didn't stop, continuing downward.
Even though they were inside the room, Su Muyao was increasingly anxious.
She could only try a different approach, looking at Mei Qingchen with soft eyes and speaking in a playful tone, "Qing Chen, please don't... don't do this, okay?"
"Preparing the elixir for you was quite exhausting, and now I actually feel a bit hungry and tired."
Su Muyao even blinked at Mei Qingchen, her eyes clear, exuding dependency and trust.
Mei Qingchen looked at her pale complexion, and beneath those clear eyes hid guilt and stubbornness.
He sighed inwardly, guessing something.
He knew she didn't want him to see.
Since she wasn't speaking, he decided to pretend not to know.
Yet his heart couldn't help but ache.
"Okay."
