Mu Yichen...
His dark eyes looked at her, feeling her breath on his chest, suddenly he just lay there, as if he had lost all his strength, foolishly gazing at her.
When she was asleep, she was so tender that it drove him nearly insane, wanting to wake her up and have her passionately once more.
But thinking of how they parted so unpleasantly at noon, he decided to let it go.
After all, he was a blessed man, he had to restrain himself.
Letting her worry was fine, in just a few days she might start to suspect him, suspect why this pervert suddenly lost interest in that aspect, then he would tell her, he was moved by her blessing, it's really not doable, she'd definitely be scared to death.
Mu Yichen held onto that thought, and quietly fell asleep in that pose, with his arm over her head, embracing her.
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The next morning it was snowing, Qin Mu woke up a bit early.
