"Mu Yichen!"
She called him softly, withdrawing her hand from the pocket of her coat in the cold air, caressing the angular contours of his face.
Facing his dark eyes, she felt no fear, responding in kind.
Mu Yichen suddenly let out a light laugh, gazing at her shining expression, then bowed his head to domineeringly capture her soft lips.
Qin Mu took a deep breath but found it impossible to breathe properly, as his gentle touch gradually warmed the side of her face blown by the wind.
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"Coming back so late? Hmm?"
A few minutes later, after he had kissed enough, Mr. Mu casually released her face from his hands, holding a cigarette, finally willing to speak, though the low question carried undeniable authority.
Qin Mu feared his dark eyes then.
"I seem to have called?"
Qin Mu tentatively asked him, afraid he had forgotten!
"Hmm! You said on the phone you'd be back before ten."
