"What I want is not the new clothes you prepared for me with this attitude. If it's like this, can't I buy them anywhere?"
Mu Yichen turned over again; he didn't want to see her aggrieved look and deliberately turned his back to her.
Qin Mu was so angry; she turned around and sat beside him, then didn't speak another word to him.
The room fell silent, neither of them spoke.
However, later Mu Yichen moved a little closer to her, and when Qin Mu was tired, she lay down in the place where he'd been lying.
Just curled up in that small world, she couldn't help but forcibly pull the quilt toward her.
Mu Yichen's chest felt a chill, and instinctively, he lifted his hand to grab the quilt, but Qin Mu pulled harder, like a child fighting over a beloved toy.
"Are you going to sleep or not?"
Qin Mu couldn't win, so she turned her upper body toward him and, with great temper, questioned him.
Mu Yichen...
