"Makes sense. Since when have I ever liked wearing blue myself? I only like watching 'women' wear it!"
Mu Yichen had already pressed Qin Mu back against the cabinet door. Qin Mu was so angry her chest was heaving, her eyes bright and sharp, looking like she was about to bite someone. Mu Yichen lowered his gaze, taking in that look of hers that made his teeth itch with hatred; the urge to throw her onto the bed right now and do her a few thousand times was practically burning him alive.
Yet no matter how restrained Mu Yichen's gaze seemed, it missed nothing. His words, however, were still so frivolous, low and arrogant.
Qin Mu only felt that he was crowding her so much she could barely breathe. She'd already been bottling up a bellyful of anger, and now the one unpleasant line she managed to get out was actually refuted by him, which made her even madder. But no matter what she did, she couldn't push him away.
"If you don't get up off me, I'm going to cry!"
