Mu Yichen couldn't help but give a pensive hum, tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose.
Friends?
When Mu Yichen got back, Qin Mu asked him, "Back so soon, huh?"
"If I'm late, I'm afraid Mrs. Mu will start worrying unnecessarily," he said as he walked over.
"Why does it always feel so surreal?" Qin Mu asked, her long lashes fluttering.
"Do you wish she had stayed?" Mu Yichen asked her, his dark, eagle-like eyes staring intensely at her.
"Am I that foolish?" she retorted sharply, her eyes piercing as she looked back at him.
Mu Yichen reached out to touch her hair, but Qin Mu immediately held his hand in her arms: "Don't mess with my hair again."
"Then whose hair are you preparing to let touch?" Mu Yichen asked, his gaze drifting from her neck downward, to the place where his palm rested.
Qin Mu quickly let go of his hand: "Hey! Be serious!"
Mu Yichen let out an unconscious sigh: "Finally got through this ordeal! But you owe me a wedding, are you ready to prepare for it?"
