"Aren't you going to congratulate me?"
Back then, Mu Yichen squinted at Qin Mu and asked softly, then slowly walked towards the sofa, standing in front of her.
Qin Mu sat on the sofa, gazing up at the towering man, but suddenly turned her head, looking at her own reflection on the glass screen: "Why should I congratulate you? You've had countless girlfriends since you were young. I can wait to congratulate you when you get married."
Mu Yichen held a cigarette in one hand, and suddenly gripped her chin with the other, correcting her face to look up and let her gaze back at him towering over her.
He slowly bent down, gradually touching her forehead with his: "But I want to hear you say it now."
He did it on purpose, and at that time, Qin Mu wasn't very wise, but she knew he was torturing her.
"I refuse!"
Qin Mu lifted her leg and kicked his calf hard, but he dodged quickly, losing his balance and instinctively leaning towards her, ending up sitting on her slender legs.
