Qin Mu lowered her head, with one hand gently resting on his firm arm, she even felt like she was touching his muscles, her heart inevitably raced, but she didn't ask anything.
He didn't need to say anything to hold back, she could feel his certain swelling there.
"Can we not do this?"
Mu Yichen softly asked her.
Qin Mu suddenly felt uncomfortable from his teasing, couldn't help but think of him in the hotel elevator...
Did he cry?
No!
The high and mighty Mu always, how could he shed tears?
That must be her illusion, perhaps it was just his breath.
Qin Mu's eyelashes were somewhat hazy, Mu Yichen didn't need to look at her from the glass screen, with his eyes lowered he could see half of her face, the face he missed day and night.
Qin Mu suddenly felt incredibly wronged, her chin began to tremble, tears slowly and continuously streamed down her cheeks, dampening her chin, wetting his arm holding her.
If she could help it, why would she want to torment him like this?
