Mu Wan glanced at the soup simmering on the stove and bent over to check Qin Mu's legs willingly.
"Do you feel any soreness or discomfort? Do you need to elevate them?"
"No need."
Qin Mu looked at Mu Wan's beautiful eyes filled with concern, and lifted his large hand to hold the woman's small hand, placing it beside his lips for a light kiss.
"So fragrant!"
A phrase with double meanings.
The dish smells fragrant.
Actually, the person smells more fragrant...
Mu Wan: "..."
Upon hearing the man's words, Mu Wan's petite face turned even redder.
"Stop messing around, I need to cook..."
"Hmm?"
Qin Mu raised his hand and pulled Mu Wan directly onto his lap.
Mu Wan: "..."
Because the man's injury was on his knees to his lower leg, his thighs were unharmed, but being dragged to sit on his lap made Mu Wan somewhat anxious.
Afraid that the man might not withstand her weight.
"Qin Mu, stop messing around... You're injured?"
