"Musheng!"
The voice from the other end of the phone yanked Musheng's heart back to reality, making her realize that now obviously wasn't the time to worry about Mu Lianmiao, "I'll be back soon, I'm just out shopping! Wait a few minutes for me!"
After finishing, Musheng hastily hung up the phone.
She quickly scrambled off Mu Lianmiao's body, but he held on tightly, refusing to let her get up.
Musheng patted his face, "I have to go now, I have things to do."
"What's more important than me?"
When Mu Lianmiao said this, his gaze was frighteningly somber. He had been like this since childhood, his many experiences had led him to develop an expression that was mostly stern, even in front of Musheng. Although the warmth in his eyes was evident, his temper, even as described by Musheng, was quite peculiar.