The surroundings were silent, as if they were quietly cheering them on.
The dried flowers on the window, placed there at an unknown time, quietly shimmered.
"You, Mu Yichen, can't we just not..."
She opened her mouth, but found it difficult to speak.
"Not what?"
He softly asked her, his hand already inside her robe.
Qin Mu took a deep breath, trying her best to restrain herself, closed her eyes, then bit her teeth and said, "Not do this every time!"
"Didn't you often say we were just friends with benefits before?"
At this moment, he seemed to enjoy himself, his eyes like moonlight, gently gazing at her, savoring the feeling in his hand and her tormented expression.
Qin Mu instinctively opened her eyes, lowered her gaze to see him cuddling her on the sofa, that self-satisfied happiness as if she was his possession, making her breath unsteady.
"That was before! Now, haven't you already found someone else?"
Qin Mu asked softly, appearing particularly cold and indifferent.
