Seeing this familiar bag, Wen Yu's heart tightened abruptly.
"Xuri..."
Mu Xuri lifted his hand and pointed to the sofa by the door, without speaking.
"Xuri, this is the study."
Whether from fear or something else, her voice sounded a little shaky.
Mu Xuri's thin eyebrows slightly furrowed, a hint of displeasure climbing his face.
He impatiently said, "You don't want to?"
Wen Yu dared not utter another word; every time she refused, what awaited her was either a beating or a scolding.
She stretched out her slightly trembling right hand and took that bag.
A glance of desperation swept over Mu Xuri before she lifted her foot and slowly walked towards the sofa.
The short distance of a few meters felt like an insurmountable chasm, and Wen Yu's heavy steps moved extraordinarily slowly.
"Hurry up." Behind her, Mu Xuri urged.
Wen Yu walked to the sofa and gently took off the coat she was wearing.
She laid the coat neatly on the sofa and then slowly lay down.
