Even if I'm not pregnant, I still have to be screwed.
No way!
Qin Mu lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was looking at, holding a hair dryer in one hand, and slowly and gently pulling the cord with the other. Gradually, she lifted her gaze to the fogged-up mirror, her pulse accelerating in those pure-colored pupils.
Qin Mu's mouth parted slightly, she took a deep breath, and then turned on the hairdryer to dry her hair quickly.
Mu Yichen heard her coming out and turned around just in time to see her take a quilt out of the cupboard. His eyes fixed firmly on her figure as she hugged the quilt, intending to leave.
"Stop!"
Mu Yichen stepped forward.
Qin Mu turned her head to glance at him, leaning against the doorway with the quilt in her arms: "I'm going downstairs to sleep."
"No way!"
Mu Yichen came forward and grabbed her quilt. Qin Mu held onto it tightly, glaring at him with displeasure, unwilling to argue verbally.
"Forgot what I said after lunch?"
