125: Apology_4

A simple five-word sentence, yet it sent a shock through Mu Qingli's heart, involuntarily making her raise her eyes to look at him.

She found his expression unchanged, his thin lips tightly pursed, his features as if veiled with a layer of thin ice.

In her memory,

he always seemed so stern and serious.

He never lost his composure.

It wasn't until later that Mu Qingli found out,

that beneath the surface of a man who appeared stern and serious, lay someone who could be wicked to the core once in bed.

Of course, that's a story for later.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Fu Lanshen lowered his gaze to look at her.

Mu Qingli felt a bit flustered, not expecting him to suddenly lower his gaze.

As their eyes met, the man's depths were deep and somber, like an ancient well many years old, where one could not see the bottom, irresistibly ensnaring and pulling you down, down into the abyss.