Mu Qian's mention reminded Wen Jiaren that it had already reached the wee hours of the morning, and it was time to rest, but then she thought about sharing a bed with Mu Qian, and immediately felt not the slightest bit sleepy. So she answered, "I'm not tired. I want to study a bit more. You go ahead and rest!"
Mu Qian, whose gaze had not left her face, could easily discern what she was thinking.
He strode forward with long steps, quickly approached her, and bent down to scoop up the woman who wanted to escape into his arms, step by step he moved towards the bed.
Wen Jiaren was indeed shocked, but she couldn't escape. Pressed against his burning chest, her face uncontrollably flushed hot red, and her heart felt as if it was being struck by a little deer, chaotic and unsteady. She feared these uncontrollable emotions would remind her of Mu Bai, remind her of that heart-wrenching pain; she resisted this throbbing in her heart.
"Mu Qian, let me go, I can walk by myself."
