Qin Mu finished applying lipstick, quickly tossed the lipstick and mirror onto the sofa, and then rolled onto the bed.
Even though she was wearing a white shirt and a blue tight skirt, her movements into his arms were still quite free.
Mu Yichen, half-squinting, looked at the exquisitely made-up woman in his arms and couldn't help but chuckle softly, his voice still so husky: "Put on makeup?"
"Do I look good?"
Qin Mu softly asked him, though her gaze was not as gentle as her voice.
"You look great!"
Mu Yichen felt terribly dry and continued to seek a warm, soft place to comfort himself.
Listening to his husky voice, Qin Mu knew he had overexerted himself drinking the previous night, and she couldn't help but look at him disapprovingly, stretching her hands to push away from his embrace: "Let go of me, I'll ask the kitchen to send you something to drink."
"My dear Mrs. Mu, I only want you now!"
