After taking a bath in the evening, Qin Mu crawled onto the bed, knelt beside Mu Yichen, and took the book from his hands: "Mu Yichen, are you hiding something from me?"
Mu Yichen didn't think he was hiding anything from her, but his dark eyes couldn't help but fixate on her shoulders. She liked to wear silk nightgowns, and the two thin straps on her shoulders were especially tempting to commit a crime.
"Mu Yichen?"
Qin Mu called out to him because he was distracted.
Mu Yichen then lifted his eyes to look at her, his hand reaching behind her, gently caressing her nightgown down to her waist: "Hmm?"
"I asked if you're hiding something from me, ah!"
Just as Qin Mu finished speaking, he exerted a bit of force, causing her to lean over onto his chest: "What are you doing?"
"Dressed like this, asking me what I'm doing? Of course, it's doing..."
The last word was said so lightly, but Qin Mu heard it.
