"I didn't hear you clearly just now, say it again for me!"
Mu Yichen leaned against the door, looking at Qin Mu with a cold and distant gaze, speaking to her in a low voice.
Qin Mu looked up at his indifference, her mouth slightly moving: "I said we should break..."
Before she could finish, Mu Yichen suddenly grabbed her by the neck.
"You!"
"You can be angry, you want to sleep in separate rooms, but I don't agree!"
Mu Yichen's dark eyes looked at her, word by word, unhurriedly and clearly.
Qin Mu's wrist hurt from his grip, but she was unwilling to turn back, just listening to the voice behind her, then asked him softly, "Is having different dreams in the same bed good?"
"We're having different dreams in the same bed?"
Mu Yichen turned his head to look at her, although she was complaining about him, he was very sure they hadn't reached the point of having different dreams in the same bed.
Qin Mu's eyes slowly looked at him, suddenly unable to utter a single word.
