Mu Xiao was sleeping soundly, smacking his lips from time to time, looking adorably indescribable.
Mu Qian frowned slightly and pushed the little guy towards the edge before lying down in the middle himself.
When Wen Jiaren came out, she saw that their positions had changed and knew that Mu Qian hadn't slept.
Her heart inexplicably started beating faster. She walked over to the mirror to wipe her face, then headed towards the bed. Although they had slept together many times, she still felt incredibly nervous every time she got closer.
No sooner had she lain down than she was embraced by a pair of arms, and a fuzzy head rubbed against her body. The soft touch on her neck and his voice, deep and lazy and devilishly seductive, asked, "Where did you go? Why are you back so late?"
Wen Jiaren's body stiffened involuntarily. She blushed immediately, feeling incredibly hot, as she thought about the day she sat atop him, moving her waist wantonly. "I went to make money."
"Make money?"
