Qin Mu raised her eyebrows at him, signaling him to express his opinion.
"Talk about the details!"
Mu Yichen asked her softly, his waist sinking slightly.
Qin Mu instinctively glanced at his abdomen, but since he was covered by a blanket, she couldn't see much, only guessing he might have other thoughts, as she felt a chill on her chest.
Blame her for wearing a nightgown too sexy tonight.
"Details? She came to my studio twice, always instigating my opinion about Yang Qin. Does that count?"
Qin Mu said.
Mu Yichen made a sound of agreement, then placed his right hand behind his head, his dark eyes focused on the ceiling: "That makes sense."
Qin Mu then changed her position, lying on the bed to watch him, waiting for him to continue.
Mu Yichen thought for a moment, then turned over as well, locking eyes with her.
Qin Mu was a bit stunned by his profound gaze, her puzzled little head tilting slightly.
