Then she lightened her footsteps and walked to the sofa in the living room, leaned over, her lips slightly curved upward, and her gaze gentle, "President Mu, are you really asleep or just pretending?"
The weariness in his eyes was even more intense than when he entered, how long has it been since he slept well...
When she approached, Mu Jin Huan was already awake. The faint scent of lilies lingered at the tip of his nose, making him feel comfortable.
He opened his lightly closed dark eyes, gazing at the clean little face in front of him, with a barely discernible smile forming, his voice deep and hoarse, "Pretending."
When he said this, Nan Wan didn't probe further, her eyebrows and eyes gentle and peaceful, not hiding any of her coldness, "Let's eat, it's not good for your stomach when it gets cold."
Mu Jin Huan watched the woman's back, slightly curled his lips, and slowly stood up.
