Muffled sobs from Mu Anran reached his ears, and Yu Lingqian's movements suddenly ground to a halt.
He propped himself up on his arms, looking down at her from above, his eyes deep and inscrutable.
She was crying?
She was resisting him.
Now, she didn't even want him to touch her?
Watching the man's eyes grow increasingly obscure and dark, Mu Anran uncomfortably shrank back. "Young Master Yu..."
But what she didn't realize was that to him, this very gesture was a form of resistance.
"You don't like me touching you?" Yu Lingqian asked in a husky and heavy voice, laden with extreme fatigue.
Mu Anran froze, looking at him with tears in her eyes:
How should she respond?
Was she supposed to say out loud that she liked his touch?
She... simply couldn't say it!
The silence from Mu Anran made the man's frown deepen, and he grasped her chin. "Do you really dislike me touching you?"
That wasn't it!
