He remembered that he seemed to have told her to go to bed at ten.
Had he forgotten after just a few days?
Nan Wan placed the tea on the table, walked behind the man, and casually asked while pressing his shoulders, "Do you still have a lot of work to do?"
If you listened carefully, perhaps you could hear a trace of... resentment in her voice.
Mu Jin Huan curled his lips, put down the pen in his hand, leaned back against the soft chair, and pulled her into his arms, holding her wrist.
The fragrant and pleasant scent lingered at his nose, a smell he was familiar with, from her shower gel.
His well-defined fingers lifted her chin, with lips curved in a pleasant arc, deliberately lowering his voice, "Can't sleep?"
Even when he worked until the early morning, she would never come to the study room.
Tonight, Mrs. Mu was a little unusual...
The man's gaze was too intense, and Nan Wan lowered her head to hide the unnatural warmth in her ears.
