Wen Jiaren suddenly became aware of Mu Qian still standing behind her, her smile slowly fading. Was it due to her sluggish reactions and perception, or had she gradually become accustomed to this man's presence?
Suddenly, the man's deep, languid voice sounded by her ear, carrying the slowness of someone just waking up and irresistibly seductive, "Still not willing to get up? Hmm? My hand has gone numb from your pressing."
Wen Jiaren shifted her gaze downward and saw that her head was resting on an arm. She immediately sat up with a jolt, took Mu Xiao into her arms, and hurried into the bathroom. Mu Qian moved his somewhat numb arm and a shallow smile formed on his lips.
