Mu Yingchen watched Su Wanxia's flustered expression with a warm surge in his heart.
As long as she was by his side, he was content.
Perhaps because it had been too long since they had last met, Su Wanxia suddenly felt unsure about how to deal with what was to come.
When Mu Yingchen gently laid her on the bed, she was truly nervous.
She could clearly feel his scorching gaze sticking tightly to her.
She slightly lowered her head, not daring to look up at those black eyes that always made her lose herself, nervously clutching the bedsheets beneath her, unsure of what to say to him.
It seemed that once in bed, she could never be arrogant, no matter what she said or did, he always had her completely under his control.
Why was that?
Mu Yingchen stood beside the bed, observing the person sitting silently with her head down, a playful smile spreading across his gorgeous lips.
"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt a lot?"