Qin Mu slightly lifted her eyes, then snuggled closer to him, her husky voice asking: "What time is it?"
"Seven o'clock!"
Mu Yichen responded, his gaze shifting from the file in hand to her face, still rosy and seemingly as delicate as porcelain.
"My shoulders are so tired!"
She murmured, her voice muffled and unclear.
"Really?"
He asked, placing the file on the bedside table before lying down, starting to massage her shoulder with one hand.
"It's all your fault! Sigh! I was originally planning to read a hundred pages of the script last night."
Mu Yichen thought, a hundred pages? You'd probably be more exhausted by then.
"How is it my fault? Isn't it you often unwilling to let me go hungry?"
Qin Mu was amused and exasperated, her stomach contracting with laughter.
Mu Yichen laughed too, straddling her waist, pressing down with both hands: "Does this feel better?"
"Mmm! It'd be even better if you used a bit more force!"
"Like this?"
