The vast living room fell silent at that sentence. You could have heard a pin drop.
In the awkward atmosphere, someone tugged on Qin Muye's clothes.
The girl seemed to have been disturbed by the sound of their conversation. She frowned and turned, burrowing her face into his chest and mumbling softly, "Puppy, I'm so sleepy..."
Hearing the word "Puppy," Jiang Youchen's expression darkened, his jaw tightening.
As for Qin Muye, the moment Jiang Qingli tugged on his clothes, the sharp edge to his expression instantly melted away.
As if he hadn't noticed the others' displeasure, he lowered his head and kissed Jiang Qingli's forehead as though they were the only two people in the room. His voice softened. "We're home now. If you're sleepy, go ahead and sleep."
It was unclear if Jiang Qingli understood. She just hummed, her face pressed against the Prince's impressive chest muscles, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
Her restless hands even gave him a couple of squeezes.
