Qin Mu...
"Thank you for drying my hair, good night, President Mu!"
Qin Mu lifted her head, with a 'warm' smile facing him, sincerely said good night to him.
Mu Yichen...
He's never seen a woman like this, use and toss, truly heartless.
But he wasn't upset, generously stepped forward, bent down, looking down at her.
Qin Mu instinctively leaned back, her upper body losing balance, with a 'bang,' it was the sound of her falling onto the bed, Mu Yichen's hands were just beside her shoulders, his mischievous eyes staring straight at her: "What are you doing? Can't say you want me to stay, inviting me with this method?"
Qin Mu...
This guy, really knows how to flatter himself, is she that desperate?
"I didn't!"
Qin Mu protested sulkily.
"Didn't? Then why did you lie down?"
Mu Yichen frowned and questioned her.
